For those in his vicinity, however, the explanation matters. We are the ones watching conversation fade into sleep, watching as the highway sometimes swerves left. But for my family, frustration tempers the relief of understanding. Then there's astonishment at our own insensitivity in these moments. Indeed, low-grade narcolepsy is different from narcolepsy.
Discussion groups reveal a separate universe, where getting through the day is an accomplishment.
Participants in the forums tell of losing jobs, of losing lovers, of losing respect. In one letter, a man tells a story of waking among laughing co-workers, coffee grounds spilling out of his mouth. And yet narcolepsy manages somehow to be funny. In these same discussion groups, humor surfaces now and then. These are the people driving into trees, but they're also the ones pitching into their soups.