G-Lexington
Lex. Icon. Devil.
I slept in the recliner last night.
No, not because I fell asleep watching the evening news. My dad used to do that.
As mentioned elsewhere in JUB, I suffer from "silent acid reflux". Basically like standard acid reflux, but with fewer outward symptoms. It's kept in check by a daily prescription pill. But I ran out about two weeks ago, and since I haven't had much in the way of symptoms, I didn't renew right away. (Yes, the wise gargoyle can be very stupid at times.) Well, the symptoms started coming back, and I quickly placed an order, but since I do it via mail order, I had to wait a bit.
Although I don't have many symptoms, one of them is a major bummer. Imagine going to bed, turning out the light, and going to sleep. Now imagine about an hour later, waking up with a jolt, feeling acid/vomit rushing up your pipe, about to your neck, and not slowing down. All I can do is sit up (extremely suddenly), jump out of bed, run to the bathroom (just in case) and have an extreme coughing fit as the acid slowly makes its way back down.
Yes, ew.
Once this happens, it's fairly easy to correct. Sipping some baking soda water usually quiets things down within fifteen minutes or so, and I can crawl back into bed, bitching about not having taken my pill yet.
But from time to time, this doesn't work. Either there's just too much acid, or my stomach just isn't cooperating. When this happens, I have to keep my mouth significantly higher than my stomach to prevent anything from happening. This obviously makes sleep a problem.
Thus the recliner.
I drag two pillows and two blankets (it was cold last night) to the living room. I lean the recliner back only about halfway, and extend the footrest. I drag the coffee table a bit closer so I can put my feet on it (I'm too tall to put them on the footrest). Both blankets on top, one pillow behind my head, one stretching from my neck to my lap. (Not sure why I do that - it just feels nice.) Schwa my cat immediately jumps onto the pillow and tries to get comfortable. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't - in which case he just leaves. And I try to position myself to fall asleep in a semi-sitting position.
It's kind of tough, but I do find it fun in a perverse way. It reminds me of being a kid. When you made little forts out of couch pillows to sleep in, or slept on the floor or couch when you were having a sleepover. I tend to fall about half-asleep and then wake up several times, usually with some really strange thought in my head. (Last night's: "why don't people fly kites on cruise ships?" Um, because if you let go, you'd never get your kite back?) But I'm resigned to it. It's a mini-adventure. I finally fell asleep for about three hours - long enough to calm the stomach down all the way. Then I got up, dragged my sorry tail back to bed, swearing I'd never forget to refill this prescription again.
Until the next time, anyway.
Lex
No, not because I fell asleep watching the evening news. My dad used to do that.
As mentioned elsewhere in JUB, I suffer from "silent acid reflux". Basically like standard acid reflux, but with fewer outward symptoms. It's kept in check by a daily prescription pill. But I ran out about two weeks ago, and since I haven't had much in the way of symptoms, I didn't renew right away. (Yes, the wise gargoyle can be very stupid at times.) Well, the symptoms started coming back, and I quickly placed an order, but since I do it via mail order, I had to wait a bit.
Although I don't have many symptoms, one of them is a major bummer. Imagine going to bed, turning out the light, and going to sleep. Now imagine about an hour later, waking up with a jolt, feeling acid/vomit rushing up your pipe, about to your neck, and not slowing down. All I can do is sit up (extremely suddenly), jump out of bed, run to the bathroom (just in case) and have an extreme coughing fit as the acid slowly makes its way back down.
Yes, ew.
Once this happens, it's fairly easy to correct. Sipping some baking soda water usually quiets things down within fifteen minutes or so, and I can crawl back into bed, bitching about not having taken my pill yet.
But from time to time, this doesn't work. Either there's just too much acid, or my stomach just isn't cooperating. When this happens, I have to keep my mouth significantly higher than my stomach to prevent anything from happening. This obviously makes sleep a problem.
Thus the recliner.
I drag two pillows and two blankets (it was cold last night) to the living room. I lean the recliner back only about halfway, and extend the footrest. I drag the coffee table a bit closer so I can put my feet on it (I'm too tall to put them on the footrest). Both blankets on top, one pillow behind my head, one stretching from my neck to my lap. (Not sure why I do that - it just feels nice.) Schwa my cat immediately jumps onto the pillow and tries to get comfortable. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't - in which case he just leaves. And I try to position myself to fall asleep in a semi-sitting position.
It's kind of tough, but I do find it fun in a perverse way. It reminds me of being a kid. When you made little forts out of couch pillows to sleep in, or slept on the floor or couch when you were having a sleepover. I tend to fall about half-asleep and then wake up several times, usually with some really strange thought in my head. (Last night's: "why don't people fly kites on cruise ships?" Um, because if you let go, you'd never get your kite back?) But I'm resigned to it. It's a mini-adventure. I finally fell asleep for about three hours - long enough to calm the stomach down all the way. Then I got up, dragged my sorry tail back to bed, swearing I'd never forget to refill this prescription again.
Until the next time, anyway.
Lex