Joe is having surgery tomorrow. He has snored his head off every night since I've known him. After years of nagging (hey, one gets crabby when one is awakened by snoring every single night!), he finally had a sleep study done. He was told he had sleep apnea and was given this CPAP to use. It's a mask that he wore over his face and it continually blew oxygen to help keep his airway open. Or, let me rephrase that. It was a mask that he was supposed to wear. He, however, tried it twice and decided he didn't want to use it.
Fast forward through several more years of his snoring and several more nights of interrupted sleep for both of us. Now, he's finally getting his tonsils taken out and his badly deviated septum fixed.
The kids said, "Hey Dad, you get to eat ice cream every day," to which Austin replied, "And that's different than now because...?" It's true. Joe eats half a gallon of ice cream every two days. And, of course, he never gains any weight. I hate him. I mean, lucky him!
So, say a prayer that everything goes well with his surgery tomorrow and that I don't lose my mind trying to occupy Clay and Brooklyn at the hospital for several hours. Thanks!