It’s past midnight and I’m sitting in bed wide awake. My husband on the other hand is sleeping and doing this; snore, snore, twitch leg, grind teeth, scratch butt/crotch/stomach, snooorrrre.
He did a sleep study on December 16th and we’re still waiting for the results. He had an appointment with his doctor last week for the results and I felt so relieved but then he found out they still haven’t turned the results in. It’s pretty obvious to me that he has sleep apnea and is going to need one of those Luke Skywalker masks when he sleeps.
I can never remember what they’re really called but they remind me of the mask that Luke wears when fighting the bad guys in a Star Wars battle when he’s in his space plane thingamajig.
As you can see, I’m totally with it when it comes to my Star Wars lingo. *snort* Or any lingo for that matter when I’m exhausted and can’t sleep.
Besides my husband’s snoring keeping me awake, it’s been impossible to sleep since my sinuses are flared up and my head feels like it’s ready to pop. No matter how I lay down, it’s so uncomfortable. Kind of like the last two months of pregnancy except I don’t have to pee every 5 minutes.
Oh wait, hold on…..
Ugh! I am now hopping up and down on my bum, hoping that will shake the bed enough to get him to stop snoring. Pretty soon I’m going to have to smack him in the arm.
Then he’ll wake up, sit straight up in bed, say wha? huh? wha? and I’ll just sit here acting all innocent and ask him what’s wrong.
As always, I’ll tell him that “You must have had a bad dream”. heh.
Pomplamoose – Mister Sandman