I came in here today to write about all the people who are currently pissing me off. There are quite a few of them, they really do make up quite the list – Tiger Airways, real estate agents, Energy Australia, the car wax salesmen in the shopping centre car park. Then I decided to write about something else. Something that is annoying to me, yet so much more annoying to the people in my house.
Yep, I admit it, I'm snoring terribly. I know I'm snoring, not just because Skip has bags under his eyes that would fit a semi-trailer, but because I can hear myself. That's right, I'm sleeping so lightly and snoring so loudly that I actually hear myself. Terrible. I like to think that it's just a bad dream, but no, it's not. It's very, very real.
I have something worse to admit than just snoring at night – I think I'm actually snoring during the day too, while I'm awake. I know. I'm catching a glimpse of what life will be like when I'm 90.
I'm also suffering from terrible heartburn/reflux/indigestion. It's been bad, but the past few days it's been worse as I've had to eat a high carb diet for a glucose tolerance test. Admittedly, I didn't have to eat the pie at the top of the page, I just did cause I could. Man, it was not worth the pain I felt for the rest of the day though. Here's a tip – shares in the manufacturer of Mylanta and Gaviscon are going to skyrocket over the next three months.
Pregnancy in all its glamour. Poor Skip though, I think he's ready to put a pillow over my head to stop the night noise. As I lie there snoring and listening to myself and feeling the pain of regurgitated food in my oesophagus, I'm ready to put myself in the old folk home.
Are you a snorer? Have you ever woken yourself up snoring? Come on, help me out here...