Last night Hubster kept me awake for a good part of the night with All The Coughing.
He's had this head cold/sinus thing/epizude/plague for going on three weeks now. I've been after him to go to the doctor, but being the MAN he is, he wouldn't go.
"It'll go away," he says.
"It's not that bad," he says.
And I went along with him until last night. Last night, when he woke me up at 2:58 a.m. coughing his head off. And bless that little pointed head anyway, rather than get up and go downstairs to try to sleep in the recliner, he allowed me the pleasure of enjoying All The Coughing.
And then, because he has to leave for work at 3:30 a.m., his radio started going off at ten minute intervals to complement the serenade of All The Coughing.
It was truly magnificent in its glory. All of it.
And so it was that I got up to use the bathroom, picked up my pillow, and socked him one with it. After all, a girl can only take so much. And this girl needs her beauty sleep. ALL SHE CAN GET. And she gets cranky beyond belief without it.
Which is why I asked him to leave for work early, so that I could get some semblance of rest before I had to get up. Being the darling man he is, he complied. He even turned off the mother of all alarm clocks that was set to go off after all the radio alarms went off for an hour at ten minute intervals.
Because he's sweet that way.
So to be sweet to him in return, I made a doctor's appointment for him today as soon as I got to work. What's more, he went. And he got liberally dosed with medications that I had to pick up on my way home from work tonight.
So since I was picking up his meds, I decided to pick up a refill of my sleeping pills. I got all the meds, drove home, and put them on the counter.
Long about 10 p.m. Hubster went in like the dutiful man he is to take his medicine before he went to bed. A few minutes later he came into the room where I was and asked what was in the pill bottle with my name on it. I asked why, and he said it was because he'd just taken one by mistake instead of taking one of the antibiotics.
And yea verily, I did indeed laugh. Hubster had taken one of my sleeping pills. A generic Ambien, to be exact. And at this moment he is sleeping like a rock upstairs in our bed. It's probably exactly what he needs.
The only problem is going to be getting him up in time for work tomorrow morning. That one could be a little tricky, especially since the pill is supposed to last eight hours and he only has a little over five hours to sleep.
And after the night I had last night, ain't no way THIS girl's waking up for nuthin'!