TCBIM has always snored, since the day I met him. Over the last several years, the snoring has grown worse, to the point that he will wake me up with it. I have been saying, for the last year or two, that he needs to go to the doctor, he needs to get a sleep study done because he may have sleep apnea. I wax and wane on the subject, depending on how much sleep I've gotten lately.
For the last six months or so, he will come home from work, eat dinner and almost immediately fall asleep on the couch. He's usually out by 8:30 or 9 pm.. Snoring away. So again, I got on his case. Call the doctor, call the doctor, I'm not your fucking mother, I don't know your schedule, call the doctor and set up an appointment. Ad nauseum. It has been driving me infuckingsane, the snoring and the sleeping and the nagging to just call the damned doctor already.
Last night, as he's about to leave for hockey, he says, "I was talking to a guy on a job site today and he said I might have sleep apnea and I should really get it checked out by a doctor, that that could be why I'm so tired all the time."
Seriously. Isn't that cause for justifiable homicide? Or at least for a cast iron skillet to the head?
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definitely!
Skillet!!
Maybe you SHOULD make the appointment for him. That way, you can ask them to check his hearing, too.
Just the snoring is grounds for a pillow over the face! :D
KA-WOOOONG!
Cast-iron skillet. Definitely!!!!! Wow, sounds like you live at my house with my contractor hubby. He can't hear and refuses to go have his ears checked out. It's gotten so bad that even the kids have begun to say "huh"?
As for snoring, well, join the club.
I feel for you. Really, I do!
So you say your husband is a man? Yeah, it sounds justifiable to me.
Possible next case scenario - my husband FINALLY went for the testing, got the CPAP machine and refuses to use it. Snoring gets progressively louder with every pound he gains. He's been moved to another bedroom down the hall. I can still hear the snoring even with both doors closed.
Wives have no credibility whatsoever.
cast iron skillet. *;)
No jury of your peers would convict you.
Mr. S. went through a snoring phase, we never figured out why. We did figure out that pinning one of those practice golf balls (like a little wiffle ball) to the back of a T-shirt and having him wear that to bed kept it under control, as he only snored while on his back.
Ha ha! I hate that, too. It just ticks me right off when I may as well be in another dimension or talking to myself. Gah!
And the snoring ... ugh. There are nights it's fine, and nights I go sleep on the couch so I won't find myself in jail after beating Misterpie to death.
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