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Feb. 14th, 2009 12:17 pmI can't remember the last time I felt this rough. It's not as though this cold or whatever it is has been particularly bad - I'm not coughing badly or streaming with snot, I just feel terrible, and have done for the last three days. Last night was horrible - my nose, mouth and throat were so dry they hurt, my nose felt (and still feels) bunged up, although it wasn't, it's my sinuses, my backside is still sore, so I'm limited as to sleeping positions... oh, the self-pity goes on and on.
But what really did for me last night was Mr Caz's incessant snoring. He tells me I snore, too, and I probably do, but I'm sure I couldn't match him for stamina and style. I really can't describe it - it's loud and practically continuous. He's bloody lucky I didn't have a cricket bat handy, because let me tell you, after having been awake for three hours due to the noise, I'd have had little or no hesitation using it. And before anyone suggests it, there's no point moving to another room, because his snoring can be heard all over the house. Work nights, I'm in bed and asleep before him, and usually, I'm out like a light, so I manage okay most of the time, but when you're ill and it's harder to sleep anyway, it's just... well, horrible isn't a strong enough word, but it'll have to do.
He takes the kids swimming on Saturday mornings, so I did have some peace and quiet then, but I couldn't bloody well get to sleep. So now I'm up and wandering around like the living dead, and probably looking like it, too. It's a nice day, the sun is shining and all I want to do is crawl back into bed, but that won't happen. I'm at the too tired to sleep stage, I think - my eyes are dry and sore and my head is muzzy - I'll just have to dose myself up on the Lem-Sip and hope I can last out until bedtime.
But what really did for me last night was Mr Caz's incessant snoring. He tells me I snore, too, and I probably do, but I'm sure I couldn't match him for stamina and style. I really can't describe it - it's loud and practically continuous. He's bloody lucky I didn't have a cricket bat handy, because let me tell you, after having been awake for three hours due to the noise, I'd have had little or no hesitation using it. And before anyone suggests it, there's no point moving to another room, because his snoring can be heard all over the house. Work nights, I'm in bed and asleep before him, and usually, I'm out like a light, so I manage okay most of the time, but when you're ill and it's harder to sleep anyway, it's just... well, horrible isn't a strong enough word, but it'll have to do.
He takes the kids swimming on Saturday mornings, so I did have some peace and quiet then, but I couldn't bloody well get to sleep. So now I'm up and wandering around like the living dead, and probably looking like it, too. It's a nice day, the sun is shining and all I want to do is crawl back into bed, but that won't happen. I'm at the too tired to sleep stage, I think - my eyes are dry and sore and my head is muzzy - I'll just have to dose myself up on the Lem-Sip and hope I can last out until bedtime.
