An Award From Artie and a Smooch From Me!

First off, I'd like to thank my beautiful, sexy, talented, funny, wonderful friend Artie from Color Outside the Lines for giving me this new blogger award. He also gave it to two other blogger friends and said such wonderful, heartfelt things about all three of us, which is just how Artie is. Thank you so much my friend. My blog will wear it with pride!

I also want to take a moment to thank all of my beautiful friends out there, far and wide, who are being so very supportive of me right now when I truly need it. You'll never know how much your comments mean to me... how much they make me smile and lift me up when I'm down. Some are truly so damn funny that I nearly split my sides laughing. What better medicine could a gal ask for?

I was afraid to go to sleep last night, and each time I woke up (I wake up a LOT during the night) I thanked God I was still alive. Sounds dramatic, but it's true. Anyway, I will be going to the sleep study clinic tonight, and I'll be sure to update all of you tomorrow as to how it went.

I did do some light reading last night about sleep apnea and found that any breathing loss over 30 times per hour is considered severe sleep apnea. So if I stop breathing 101 times, what does that make mine? Am I some sort of medical anomaly? A complete freak of nature? I tell you what though, it's great to finally know why I always feel so lousy. I haven't had what I'd call a good day in many years. Naps, and long ones, are a daily thing for me. My whole body will just get heavy and weak and if I don't lay down I feel like I'll fall down. I've fallen asleep in very public places, have a hard time keeping my eyes open to drive and have fallen asleep during more than one family get-together at my in-laws' house. I'm sure it was very insulting to them, but it is NOT MY FAULT. Now I know that. Jimmy gets very aggravated when I take naps during the weekend, and part of me totally understands that. A mother should not be spending half her time sleeping the days away while her kids are growing faster than she can blink. But he can get spiteful about it too. Last Sunday he was obviously upset that I was sleeping again, so he blasted the music, plugged in the vacuum, and repeatedly banged it into my bedroom door. Ah, what a good rest that was!

But, I seem to have gone off on a tangent again. This post was just supposed to be a thank you to Artie for the award, and a big thank you to all of you for your love and support! And I do thank you, from the bottom of my little sleep deprived heart! {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Friends}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ::::::::::::::::::::::::::SMOOCH::::::::::::::::::::::::: (Stuck some tongue in there for G-Man. Hope you don't mind, French!)