ENTER SANDMAN
November 20, 2016 Leave a comment
It started out innocently enough. I was having a hard time sleeping so my doctor prescribed Ambien. I took it. I loved it. No longer did I have to worry about tossing and turning all night. Just pop an Ambien and it’s off to la-la land. But, it was no big deal because obviously I could stop any time I wanted to, right?
Okay, okay, okay, maybe there was that one little time that I was sweating profusely as I nervously approached the pharmacy counter shaking like a leaf and begging for an early re-fill. But, hey, it was just that one time. Could have happened to anyone, right? No big deal.
To me, this elixir to the fidgeting, sleepless nights was the greatest thing since a Cubs World Series title! Things that would normally have kept me tossing and turning like a pig on a spit suddenly disappeared from my slowly deteriorating brain until morning, allowing for a restful night’s slumber. You know, normal stuff like job stress, not remembering if I rinsed out my water pick and wondering if those 4-year hot dogs in the freezer were really safe to eat. You know, normal stuff.
Sensing maybe a slight issue here, Michele suggested I make a doctor’s appointment to see if there may be an alternative. Only because I’m an accommodating and obedient husband, I did, in fact, meet with the doctor. He suggested something with eighteen syllables and I vetoed that after he told me that it was ‘different’ from Ambien. Hey, I wasn’t looking for anything different. I would marry the stuff if I could! But, seriously, there was no dependence on my part or anything. Never happen.
I woke up one morning and the doorbell rang. There was a package from Amazon. I thought at first that Michele had ordered something, but, hmmm, it was addressed to me. I opened it only to find 250 Slim Jims, a Jimmy Buffet bandana and 4 packages of red licorice, all of which I love. Hey what’s happening here? I had no recollection of ordering any of that but it made me think twice about my, well, I don’t like the word ‘dependence’ so let’s just call it ‘ desperate reliance’ for now, on that little, cute and oh so easy to swallow white pill. Do you mean to tell me that I was able to make a coherent financial transaction using a credit card and retain absolutely zero memory if it? Impressive! But, perhaps equally as important, judging from the stuff I ordered, it was all for ME! How selfish am I that I completely ignored my wife and my lovely felines? No catnip for them? No kale for Michele?
After wondering what other stupid stuff I could do without being even remotely aware of it, like buy a car on E-Bay or worse, pay off a utility bill in full, I decided to shelve the Ambien. I have spoken with others that have had the same experience…minus the Slim Jim thing, and I have since developed a new method for falling asleep and it seems to be working just fine; I run 2 miles on the treadmill followed immediately by the consumption of two Bud Lights. Sweet dreams, everyone.
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