Last night proved to be a pretty rotten night for Roger (and by default, for me).  We went to bed around 12:30 a.m.  He had Ambien on board and so he immediately fell asleep once he put his head down on the pillow.  At 1:30, I woke to the sound of him wretching.  Only this time, he wasn't in bed.  He had ventured downstairs and was standing at the sink in the kitchen.  Usually, when he feels like he is asperating  we grab a bucket by the bed and he is able to stay in bed.    Last night, I think he was also in a deep Ambien fog.  Somehow he made it downstairs.  When I came downstairs, he was muttering he wasn't sure if he had dreamt he was choking or if he really was... or what was going on.  So the next 1.5 hours was spent with him hovered over the sink and coughing and trying to clear his voice.  He tried taking a liquid medicine we have that is supposed to coat his throat and stomach and then, in his Ambien fog insisted on eating a couple cookies.  I tried to argue with him.  Adding more food to his system wasn't necessarily the answer.  Unfortunately, Roger is pretty stubborn without Ambien....with Ambien he REALLY is stubborn. 

Once he and his system calmed down, we moved our operation to the family room.  He got setttled in his recliner.  I went upstairs to chase pillows, and blankets.  Got him all nestled into his chair and then I nestled into the sofa across from him.  I think we officially dozed off to sleep again around 3:30 or 4:00. He was pretty rattled this morning as you can imagine.  Hell, so was I.    And then this morning turned out to be a repeat of yesterday morning...he had breakfast and then had pain and discomfort so he went back upstairs to try laying down in bed.  Eventually, around noon, he got up and got moving.  He needed to go to the karting center to work with them on a couple things. 

This evening when I got home from work, I found him resting in his chair again.  When I quizzed him, he said he said he was tired and worn out and had just done too much standing and talking and ...well just done too much.  So, you can imagine my concern for our trip to England in May.  This was one afternoon....I can't imagine traveling to another country....having said that, he wants to go...so we are going. 

And so, tonight like many nights has been very quiet.  Roger has been sleeping in his chair.  His poor neck doesn't seem to be able to support the weight of his head so he is drooped over.  I wrestle with waking him to better support his head verses leaving him asleep.  Tonight, after such a rough night last night, I have elected to let him keep sleeping.  His Ambien is fully in his system...he hasn't stirred once with the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard or the random sounds of evening. 

The cat just jumped up to snuggle with Roger.  So, he just woke up briefly.  The cats seem to be a lot more clingy lately.  I think they must sense Roger needs some snuggle time.  I need to teach our six toed cat how to give Roger foot rubs...especially on the days when he has stinky feet.

As is often the case at this time of day/night, I'm going to nudge my husband awake and guide him up to bed. Cross your fingers we make it a full evening in bed.  love and hugs to all.  (sorry for any typos or misspelling, I'm not even going to try to proof).