Gone are the days when it was easy for me to go to sleep. In fact, since my late 30’s, I’ve been taking medication to sleep. My doctor then had been in the military. He said my inability to let go and sleep was classic PTSD. It was a term I hadn’t heard before, but after years spent living on the edge—of everything—followed by the death of my first husband and my kidnapping a year later, it made sense.
When I think about it, difficulty sleeping seems like a fair trade for having made it through all of that.
For a long time I tried meditation and hypnosis to help me sleep, but when they didn’t work, I settled on medication. Thirty years later it continues to work well for me, and I’m happy to report I’m still taking only half the dosage originally prescribed. But now that gravity and age are having their way with my face, when I roll over on my side, my face collapses–that may be the wrong word, but you get my drift–onto my nasal passages and makes it difficult for me to breathe through my nose… which prevents me from falling asleep.
Am I the only one with this problem?
For a while I thought nothing short of duct tape–or a facelift—would help this until I found these sturdy, plastic nasal strips. As long as I don’t have moisturizer on my nose—which prevents the strip from sticking—it works like a charm.
Notice how handsome the guy on the box is? Rest assured… They wouldn’t put a photo of me, wearing a nasal strip, on the front of their box.
The only downside to this strip is it pulls my nostrils open and makes me look like I have a pig snout. I know what you’re thinking, but you’re as daffy as you can be if you think I’m going to show you what I look like wearing one! Let’s just say my nasal passages are open soooo wide… You can see all the way to Tulsa.
It’s probably a good thing Annie’s the only one who sees me with it on.
The strips are great at keeping my nasal passages open so I can breathe, i.e. sleep, but sometimes I worry my nose is gradually getting bigger and wider. Considering our nose continues to stretch and change shape as we age, someday I may really look like Miss Piggy.