After months and months of kicking Jamie in the middle of the night, he finally made a doctor’s appointment and was referred to a sleep therapy place in the building (seriously, Synergy Medical Clinic in Sherwood Park has my heart for the ease of use).
If it wasn’t soon I was going to stab him in his sleep. I’ve poked and kicked and groggily threatened that he was going to have to start sleeping in the basement for months – and a couple of weeks ago, when I had to cancel a doctor’s appointment, I enticed Jamie to take my appointment and see about his snoring.
I was tired of getting up in the middle of the night, multiple times, and having to make the trek to the couch, angrily hating his face for being so damn loud. Tired of being tired in the morning, yelling at Olivia to get ready and becoming that ‘but first, coffee’ person.
Last night was the night that he had the sleep study done, at home, hooked up to a hoard of wires and sensors. Testing for sleep apnea, I’m sure that getting healthier and exercising more would help, and hopefully finding a way to deal with the snoring. Oh, the snoring.
Here’s hoping that the snoring stops before I have to knock him out with a bedside table lamp.