I needed a photo for this post so I dug this one up. Here I am in 2006, post breast reduction surgery, waiting for my room service to be delivered. Anyone want to bring me room service for my sickness this week?. Photo by Shaylene Rene’
That is what I have been for the past few days, although I’m feeling much better this morning (I might sneak in another nap today though, even though That Husband discourages sleeping so much, which he is probably right to do since I would sleep 12 hours a day if I could).
It was a sickness that carried with it lots of strange symptoms. On Tuesday night I had this clicking sensation going on in my sinuses. I felt like a Ra’zac, clicking my way around the house. (Don’t be surprised if I make Eragon references for the next few weeks, as I just finished devouring the third book in the series.)
Along with the clicking came the choking. I would wake with a start, and my first though would be “I can’t breathe!”. My nose was so stuffed that I was having trouble breathing through it, but I can’t breathe through my mouth at night because my throat dries out and becomes really sore. I started stuffing the blankets and sheets in my mouth, which acted as a type of humidifier, and helped the air to stay moist enough for me to fall asleep. That Husband was out of town on business, which was probably a good thing because I think he would have made fun of how ridiculous Iooked. I was sick enough that the sleeping never lasted for long, and so I would wake up and panic because my mouth was full of blankets and my nose was full of snot. It makes me laugh to think about it now, but it was quite scary when it was happening. Isn’t it strange how sleep can leave you so disoriented?
It had me wishing I was an iguana. Why would I want to be an iguana? Because according to Radio Lab (my second favorite radio program ever) iguanas only sleep with half of their brain at a time. They literally sleep “with one eye open” to watch for predators. I figure if I was an iguana with a stuffy nose and a mouth full of blankets my right brain would wake up in a panic, and my left brain would calmy reply “You idiot, pull the blankets out of your mouth.” I realy could have used that a few nights ago.