Tonight's my sleep lab, the culmination of a year of referrals and consultations. The sleep doc didn't tell me much about it, so I'm not sure quite what to expect. Perhaps I'll be rigged up to wires and strung from the ceiling like the people in Coma.
The dr. suspects that on top of my other sleep problems I might have "restless legs" like my dad. Your whole body can be dog-tired, but your legs don't want to call it quits yet.