Sometime after 2 o'clock in the morning this morning/last night, JB half-hacked and suddenly bolted out of bed toward the bathroom, clearly agitated and in distress. Groggy, I ask "what's wrong?" to no response; I hear him in the bathroom coughing. Escalating, I ask again: "what's going on? Are you OK?"
Finally he is able to respond "yeah, I had some kind of acid or something come up in my throat, it really burns." Me, over the next several minutes as he remains coughing over the bathroom sink - "drink some water;" "blow your nose - maybe the acid got up into your sinuses which is making it worse;" "there might be some cough drops in the closet;" "do you want me to bring you something to drink?" I am now fully awake, and wait and worry over him until he finally returns to bed.
As I lay in bed searching for peace I remember a similar incident a couple of months ago. The story begins much the same - sometime in the middle of the night, JB shrieks and suddenly bolts out of bed, clearly agitated and in distress. Groggy, I ask "what's wrong?" Somehow, he has dislocated his shoulder. In his sleep. He is finally able to pop it back in. Still in pain, he downs some Advil and lays down.
I just think it's pretty funny. Not funny, "ha, ha," but funny, "weird." I mean, isn't it a bit odd that these events occur in the middle of the night, while we are both sound asleep?
Meanwhile JB jokes this morning (what he considers a joke) "one day it will be a heart attack."
Not funny, mister. Not too funny.
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No. Not funny at all.
Poor guy.
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