On top of this snot fest, my RA and Fibro flared up. It feels like I've been body slammed a few times by an infamous professional wrestler, such as Jake the Snake or Jimmy "Super Fly" Snuka. (I admit it: When I was a kid, I watched wrestling twice a week for like two years. Yeah.)
Nyquil works on me for about one night. After that, I seem able to succumb to its nasal-clearing coma for only a few hours. After being awoken by uncomfortable and unattractive mouth breathing, I decided to hit the decongestant spray hard and take to the couch. Amazingly, none of my dogs got up.
My sleep deprived spouse asked me to shut the door on my way out in case I wanted to turn on the tv. About an hour later I had finally fallen back asleep with a tissue tampon shoved up one nostril. And then Sadie demanded to be let out of the bedroom, waking up my spouse again. I swear, this dog won't get up to get a drink of water all night when the door is open. But close it for one hour and all the sudden she is dying of thirst. So now all the dogs are up and wondering why I'm on the couch. Thinking they only wanted water, spouse goes back to bed.
Then Sadie starts stomping and panting around the living room. Stomp, stomp, pant, pant, stomp. I heard her plop down and prayed she would go to sleep. Since I wasn't getting up, she worked a little harder by stomping on the bit of linoleum next to the front door. STOMP CLICK CLICK STOMP PANT CLICK PANT STOMP CLICK. Jeezus just strike me dead!!
After a bathroom break, there was paw licking, intense staring into my face, some more panting...Good times. After Mr. Bex left for work, I was able to get a nice nap until I heard the rats in the next room gnawing on the bars of their cage because they hadn't been fed yet.
It's a miracle that everyone is still alive right now.
Here's to hoping tonight is dull, quiet and unconscious. Tschus.
