I am a sound sleeper. I sleep so sound that when my daughters were younger, they used to go to my husband's side of the bed because he was easier to wake up. Sad. I know.
I talk in my sleep, too. It usually makes no sense: red spiders on the ceiling, a barbie doll in bed, or a medicine I need to take immediately. The Mr. has learned to ignore me. Reasoning with me is out of the question and only makes me angry.
To top it off, I walk in my sleep! Yeah, I'm a nightmare.
Two years ago, I did a sleep study. (Wires, sleeping in the hospital, the whole bit!) For weeks I had been sleeping all night and waking up exhausted. And I mean EXHAUSTED. The study told me nothing. Na da. Sleeping pills were suggested and rejected. Eventually, I either got used to the exhaustion or I started sleeping better. Which? I have no idea.
Now, the light-sleeping-legs-always-moving-sometimes-snoring Mr. is doing a sleep study. A couple of weeks ago, he woke up choking and gasping for breath in the middle of the night.
Has it happened before? I wouldn't know. I'm a really sound sleeper. (There goes my wife of the year award!)
The thought crosses my mind that if he has been doing this for a while, that would explain my disrupted sleep and exhaustion. It also explains his dozing in the chair every evening.
I will be very interested in the outcome of this study. Two years ago, I had a hunch they were testing the wrong spouse. If I'm right, you can call me Dr. E.