Sunday, March 25, 2012

The Beat Goes On

Dear Sir,

We were in the room next to yours last night.   You remember that Mom and Pop motel.  My husband and I were reading when I heard you. I heard a rumbling sound, as the walls began to shudder. I wasn't sure what it was at first. I listened carefully, deep grumbling, rumbling sound vibrating through the walls. 

There would be slight pauses of dead silence. Then the deep base sounds would start again. My husband and I could hear it clearly and wondered if your companion wore earplugs. What it must sound like within your room.

We talked about leaving you a note suggesting you get a sleep study done. We suspect you have sleep apnea. You see both my husband and myself suffer from sleep disturbances his is sleep apnea, mine is hypo apnea, We both use a CPAC machine at night.

I remember the first time I woke up after using it. I felt euphoria.  I had never experienced refreshing sleep before. It was amazing to wake up rested. My family doctor looked at my tests and said its a wonder I hadn't had a stroke. Because it wasn't a question of if I would have one, but when.

You were gone when I got up. I should have written this letter last night.

My husband used to snore, then he would stop breathing, then snore some more. This was the discordant symphony that played at night. It was so hard to get through the day.

The couple in room 23