|Misery loves company
||[Oct. 19th, 2009|12:36 pm]
Ferrett is also sick. Night before last he barely slept due to congestion and coughing. Last night he took Nyquil, which makes him pass out. When I climbed into bed with him he was already deeply asleep, breathing a deep and raspy breath that wasn't really snoring. It was, in fact, rather soothing to me because I knew that he was sleeping at last. It was very rhythmic and put me to sleep.
Rather a different story when I woke up because I thought we were having an earthquake. He was so congested that his breathing was shaking the bed. Poor love.
As for me? I had to get up early to go have an ultrasound of my gall bladder (see, I do take you people seriously), and even though the tech was jamming the ultrasound wand into my ribs and side, I was falling asleep on the table.
I am so ready to be done with this.