September 20, 2011

Sealed My Sleeping Fate

My husband snores.  Horribly some nights.  Much more so the older we get.  And since 95% of the time he's in bed and sound asleep before the thought of sleep even crosses my mind, I often find myself trying to drown out the noise coming from his side of the bed in an attempt to drift off myself.

A couple of years ago we had a mini-sleep study done on him.  Nothing too extensive -- just one night here at home he was hooked up to a couple of monitors that watched his heart rate and his breathing through the night.  We did find out that he has a very, very minor case of sleep apnea.  The doctor that ordered the test recommended surgery to fix a deviated septum, remove his tonsils and shorten the uvula.  This trifecta of problems would help to reduce the snoring and correct the apnea.

C was hesitant about the procedure to begin with from the horror stories he'd heard about having your tonsils out as an adult.

I can GUARANTEE it's never, ever, not in a million years, going to happen now.

You see, I had a deviated septum fixed last Friday.  As well as the rest of my sinus cavities roto-rootered to remove some cysts and a pocket of "chronic" sinusitis.  Suffice to say the pain and recovery that goes with this procedure is not to be taken lightly.  I'm 4 days out and still hating life.  

I told him on Saturday that if I'd had known how much it would suck I don't think I'd have opted for surgery; I would have dealt with the sinus headaches.

It's a done deal: I should invest in ear plugs now.

September 11, 2011

Strength

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong;
but sometimes it is letting go."  ~Hermann Hesse~

This quote has been rattling around in my brain for a few days now.  The more I try to take on, the louder the cacophony gets.  

I need to do a better job of really listening to it--not just letting it rattle. 

I can't keep beating myself up over to-do lists that get longer and longer; I can't keep worrying over dirty floors and weedy flower beds;  I can't keep worrying about things that are out of my control.

I can only do what I can do.  

I need to be more grateful for the blessings I've been given and the memories I'm making.  

The rest will come together as it should.

September 7, 2011

Change

As the temps begin to drop low at night and the kids head off to school, it's evident that the change of seasons is creeping upon us. 

In homage to the season change, I thought it fitting to mimic this transformation.  

Maybe it will be good all the way around.

If not, it's only cosmetic.  At least here on the blog.