The early hours of this morning I awoke gasping for breath, to be saved by The Missus punching me in the back to restore my airflow. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. It sometimes happens if I eat before I go to bed or if I am suffering from a cold or chest infection.

So now I fear to sleep again for this was the worse attack I’ve had and worry that the next one might be the last. Of course, The Missus has asked me to go to the doctor, but I fear the medical profession and the unknown.

Another fucking melodrama I could do without, so I am attempting to lose a bit of weight and move around a bit more (as if I don’t move around enough looking after the kids). Maybe that will preserve me for a little longer?

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