And my shit health progresses.
I can no longer sleep when I lie down, because I struggle to get complete breaths, then wake up fully due to hypoxia, fighting to catch a breath.
I was up all night like this. And this was far from the first night. So I told Sam shit needs to change...
Sam just moved tons of stuff in our room around, we have a recliner in here, and I am going to try sleeping in it today, but this is not a great solution, due to space constraints. This thing is immense when it opens out.
HOWEVER! I bought an adjustable twin size bed on Marketplace during Covid, and used it until Sam came back, when I traded it for Lis's queen size bed. I just informed her that we will be trading that back in a day or two.
Our room is set up in such a way that there's two parts, Sam's "cave" and my area, where we both sleep. His cave has a twin size bed, his computer, all that, so he can have his alone time during the day. He will have to sleep in there now, until we can work out a way to have him in my side. Maybe buy another mattress and bed frame. Like I have the fucking money for that.
We'll sort it out, I guess.
Nobody's thrilled, but neither am I. I like sleeping beside my husband, and this pretty well sucks.
So now, instead of bed-bound, I am chair-bound. Fuck my life.
Fuck progressive chronic illness and disability.
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