Those who have read my appropriate blogs will know I was hospitalised for seven days last May and seven days this July because my body suddenly developed very high calcium levels and a dangerously low kidney function.
As a result, I have not had a full night’s sleep since June 2020. I wake up every hour throughout the night, dehydrated – my tongue and the inside of my mouth as dry as the Sahara Desert.
The doctors still do not know the cause of my calcium and kidney problems.
Inevitably, my eternally-un-named friend has recently been looking on the internet for explanations about dry mouths and has decided, with little evidence, that the problem is that I sleep with an open mouth.
The passages inside my nose were severely buggered in my teens by an overindulgence in Vicks Sinex Nasal Spray.
“In your bathroom cupboard,” my eternally-un-named friend told me yesterday, “there is one of my black hairbands. Put it round your head when you go to bed at night. It will keep your mouth shut.”
I tried to persuade her that a hairband is impractical for me because I have no hair on my head, but she would not be swayed.
She got an old photo she took of me and sent me a visual representation of how I should wear the hairband as a medical aid…
She helpfully added: “My hairband does not have a bow.”
I found the hairband in my bathroom cupboard. I tried her suggestion. It is not a good look. Life is a trial.