Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta
setauuta

OK, this? This BITES.

Yes, it's quarter to two in the morning. Yes, I'm awake. No, this was not intentional.

Eric's sick - he's got a pretty bad cold that's been hanging on pretty hard. A cold, y'see, generally involves congestion - and congestion, particularly of the nasal passages, leads to tossing and turning and snoring. I'm a light sleeper, and snoring is the one sound I absolutely can not block out - it will keep me awake.

So, I'm on the couch. Again. I'm also not feeling so great (thanks so much, co-worker S, for showing up to work for the last week hacking up a lung), and the resulting coughing fit actually woke Eric from his sleep and sent him skittering into the living room to see if I was ok. Apparently, I sounded like I was either choking or having a panic attack. No, no no, just hacking up a lung.

We shall attempt this whole "sleep" thing again. If I'm still feeling this crappy in the morning, however, then screw it, I'm calling out. I've got the PTO, and it's a new year. (Oh, who am I kidding? I'd feel way too guilty to call out and I know it. Arg.) At least I've gotten a promise from Eric that he'll go to a doctor, not only for the cold but for the snoring - this has been a fairly constant problem for him, and it can be a sign of so many not-good things that it's worth getting it checked out. My dad used to snore something fierce, worse than Eric by a long shot, to the point that my parents slept in seperate beds most of my growing-up. I'm starting to understand why that was, now, and I HATE it.
Tags: insomnia, whine
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