I often use my blog to have a good moan, but I'm not sure I have ever used it to really moan about my husband's horrific snoring.
Anyone who has had the unfortunate experience of having to sleep in the same house as Dave will know what I have to put up with, or did, until now.
A few months a go, I sent him packing to the doctors with the very clear message of sort your snoring or look for a new wife!
He debated his options for a while, but eventually got going to the surgery. He was referred to a specialist who took some x-rays to see if there was a problem that could be operated on, but there wasn't, he was then referred to a sleep clinic where I had visions of him having to stay overnight attached to all manor of machines, but this was not the case. He simply had to pick up a machine that he was hooked up to for one night at home that monitored his sleep pattern.
It turned out he suffers mildly from sleep apnia and was prescribed as oxygen mask contraption that he picked up this weekend.
The machine pumps pure oxygen into him, and I have to say works superbly and I have not heard a snore out of him since. However, the contraption with the mask and the thick black straps are far from attractive and quite seriously resembles Anthony Hopkins in his role as Hannibal Lector. Georgia hasn't seen daddy with his new mask on yet, think it could be best to try and avoid that at all costs.