My roommate recently informed me that on Monday night I was breathing fairly loudly. Was I surprised by this? Not really. I know I sleep with my mouth open. I can't breath if I don't do this... And I've warned her before that I can breathe loudly.
Let me tell you about the first time someone let me know I breathe too loudly at night... *cue flashback ripples*
I am a young girl, lying in bed, sleeping blissfully. All of a sudden-- to my utter dismay-- a pillow is pressed onto my face. Was someone trying to murder me in my sleep? You bet! It was my sister, Alyssa. Apparently my breathing was too much for her to handle. So instead of just leaving the room, or getting headphones to listen to music, or just plain ignoring the noise coming from my mouth, she decided the best plan of action was to try and stifle my breathing with a pillow.
The question remains to be answered: Did she realize some murderers use pillows to kill?
I like to imagine that she probably, at least in that moment in time, wanted to kill me. But anyway, I woke up very angry. Over the course of sharing a room we had many fights over my breathing and her smothering attempts. Well, excuse me, sister, for wanting to live.
And that was the first time I realized my nighttime breathing could be a problem. Thanks to my sister for bringing it to my attention in a 'gentle' way.
This stroll down memory lane also reminds me of the only time I've ever had a nosebleed. Let's just say I was "scratching" at the inside of my nose, my sister ran up, shoved my finger up into my nose, and promptly ran away. And there you have it, my one and only nosebleed. True story.