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> snOring eXcuSe
Author: aLmich
In one episode of the old television series Batman, Batman and Robin are in their bat cave and a lovely Catwoman is in their Batmobile, sleeping. Both tights-clad men watch her with a quiet admiration, such a beautiful sight, this peaceful innocent slumber.
How romantic to be seen sleeping like that, I thought to myself, a young ME at the time. How beguiling.
I imagined that if anyone saw me sleeping, it would be like a lilting aphrodiasic. Sweet, lovely ME and his gentle slumber. They would be powerless under this magical spell.
Slowly, over time, reality bitch-slapped me.
First, I came to know that I sleep with my mouth open at times and I mean "at times" lang. Blame it on allergies, but I'm primarily a mouth breather. My gagong friends from college took a picture of me sleeping on an airplane flight to Cebu and the sight of my open-mouthed stupor made me gag a little.
Second, while sharing a log cabin with 7-8 other "alternative" Baguio friends during a wilderness experience in 2006, a friend joked that someone was sawing logs.
Ahem.
That was apparently me.
And ohhh, of course that Sagada trip with Bitoy, Au, Emman and Rain confirmed that I really do the "train-chug-thing" at times.
The shock of learning that I snored- and this, the first time I was hearing of such an unME thing [remember, I am a maarte man when it comes to sleeping behavior?] sank a small corner of my self view buoy. A snorer! Gah! How uncouth.
And so began my self-consciousness over my unconsciousness.
During any collaborative sleep session, "Did I snore?" Sometimes the answer was good. Sometimes not so much. I wondered what made the difference. What made for a snoring day and what made for a dignified silence. Unmedicated allergies, yep. Alcohol, yep. Extreme fatigue, yep. Back sleeping, yep!
One night, I had to share a tiny call room with an intimidating male/crush/officemate/at Winsource during system down time and the awkwardness and self-consciousness of it all nearly killed me. I ouldn't really sleep than plus the fact na binabangungot ako palagi dun sa sleeping quarter na yon. In the morning, I asked nervously if I snored. He said, "You were quiet as a mouse." Sweet Relief! Glee!
But of course, I've been with him for quite sometime din. He's a light sleeper who must have NO SOUND. I mean, like NONE. I try not to be too hurt when I wake up at night to find him stuffing a 3rd pillow over his ear. And that's on top of his industrial-grade ear plugs.
And, apparently, getting sick is the worst thing that can happen to my upper airways and it got pretty bad last go-around. Hell of a stuff I'm sure, but also that extra neck and throat mass probably didn't help matters.
I'm going nowhere here... I hope you can still relate. I don't know if I'm missing HIM or I just want "snoring" be my blog. Hell yeah, I just miss him. Nasa Dubai na siya with her GF. [*hurts... terribly]. Mariaanneeeee! <-- she's our witness... Maybe I need ENT surgery or a Cardio o Cardiac ba? *rain, which is which?
