Okay, so here's the story: Few months back, my dad calls me up asking if I'd be willing to see a "sleep doctor", which of course I said sure to, being I know he'll just annoy me till I agree. Cuz staying up all night and sleeping all day is a "problem" in his eyes. So I'm sitting there later on, thinking "I have NEVER heard of a sleep doctor, did he just trick me into seeing a shrink?" Cuz he always is ranting about talking to a therapist, I have issues I need to work out, and all this other crap. So, along with myself, I gotta show up with a survey on my sleep habits. Name of the office at the top, ramblings about specialing in this and that. And then at the end "sleep disorders". Disorder... thats a shrink term. And then we'll talk, and then he/she will determine I am not suffering a medical issue, but a psychological one, or some #######4 like that, and recommend I see a therapist and talk about my issues. Yeah, umm, ###$ therapy, no thanks, Doc. Maybe I'm getting worked up over nothing. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll just give me sleeping pills and send me on my way. Never have to deal with this $#%^ again. One can only hope so.