So yes… I snore. Considering how much weight I gained after too many MS steroid treatments, one side effect was completely overlooked. I am now the owner of a good habit of sounding like Miss Piggy at night. Steroid treatments should lift energy levels, not snoring. But I do… Like Miss Piggy.
Gaining an unhealthy three stone a couple of years ago after three or four rounds of steroids in one year, I found out last year that snoring is a side effect of being a bit round around the belly. In my eyes, round is also a shape, so I really am in shape and I don’t know why people are complaining about it (as you can tell, I am rather in denial).
Of course I laugh the snoring subject away because… I mean, come on… who snores? People who are drunk or heavy boned. I am neither. I am thin boned with just a bit of a flabby tummy right now. I am nowhere near being in weight loss programs on television or signing up for a tummy tuck (but if anyone is offering one, I’ll gladly accept it!)
Last Monday, during my 6-monthly neurological check up, the neurologist asked me if I experience shortness of breath often. She saw me gasping for air after getting on the hospital bed to check out my reflexes and picked up on it straightaway. I had to think about that question because the “did you get what I am asking you?” question doesn’t travel all the way to the top floor of my brain lately (brain fog… I am slightly overcooked by the Irish h-o-t… yes, hot weather this summer!).
I had to admit that yes, I do feel like I am breathless often but I put it down to being a bit heavier this day and age. And then… there it was… the snoring question. SNORING?!Who, me?!
Only last year my sister-in-law tried to flip me on my side while sleeping when we were on holidays in the lovely region that is Northern Ireland. Niece, nephew and sis-in-law were wide awake, while I snored the catchy tune of ‘Molly Malone’ in my sleep (we all slept in the same bedroom, you see).
My neurologist then uttered the word “lung consultant” and “acute sleep apnoea.” Gulp… I now have to add another doctor in hospital who I will have to grace with my rather enlarged (Prednisone!) presence. At this rate I will have seen every department and attached doctor by the age of 45. Seeing that I only turned 40 last month, I’m well on my way to beating my previous track record of number of doctor appointments. But it is so… not… funny!
The lovely neurologist said that I might have to sleep with an air mask on my face. What?! Yeah! There goes my love life! Completely, utterly, destructively so not sexy anymore! “Hey babe, are your feet warm enough, I can warm them for you if you like?” will turn into “Jeez woman, that thing is hideous on yer face, take it off!” (guess the statement of my then-boyfriend when I was diagnosed “You may have MS, but you’re still sexy!” goes right out of the window!)
Nah… no kidding… I have been single for what, the better part of 4 years now? Not sure if my love life is doomed or what, but that is just not on! Not at all! Just when my belief in Irish men has grown somewhat, I hear that a freaky gas mask, sorry, oxygen mask might be on the cards! Pppfffftttt!
Not sure when the appointment is, but I will do everything I can in the meantime to cut the snoring out of my life. And needless to say, I will keep you updated on my lung check up and whether I will have to have an oxygen tank standing next to my bed. That’s one piece of furniture I don’t like!
Moral of the story? Never bunk with family members or friends because they might point out your bedtime weakness; have a room to yourself with a door that can be firmly locked and never tell anyone you snore, ever again!
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