MEDICAL STUFF in Postcards 4

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I write this all down for my records. You don’t have to read it.
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Sleep has been elusive since I moved upstairs. I changed this, or that, or even this too, but I still got two hours sleep at a time. Off to the bathroom I would go then back to be for another two hours of sleep. And I would cough. Boy would I cough. It’s been months and months of this.

Thinking that the cough was the problem, the doctor kindly gave me some sort of anti-cough med. It didn’t seem to do anything. Cough drops didn’t work. Nor did cough syrup. Combined with the other meds, the syrup made me really ill.

Arkansas Patti, over at The New Sixty, has the perfect solution to thinking oneself awake. I’ve done that too, a time or two. Not this time tho.

“What do I do when I have a really bad cold?” I asked myself. I sit up. So I tried it, and I slept for four hours, had a quick trip to the ladies room, and slept another four hours. Imagine….eight hours sleep. I was warm and comfortable, and if I got cold there was a quilt to pull up. All week long, I’ve been sleeping wonderfully well.

As a bonus, when I sleep sitting up, I don’t snore.