I've been suffering from insomnia for quite some time. At first I thought it was just a stress thing and it would pass. Nope. Then my doctor suggested I take Melatonin. Didn't help. So the next step was a wonderful little pill called Ambien. I'm sure you've all heard of it. You've seen the commercials, heard horror stories about hallucinations or psychotic episodes. Yep. THAT pill.
My first experience with Ambien was a few years back. I was pregnant, but they thought I was going to lose the baby. I wasn't sleeping. At all. So they gave me Ambien. I thought I just went to sleep one night and woke up refreshed the next morning thinking I had a great nights sleep. I walked into my kitchen to find I had made a 13 egg omelette own the floor. Onions, peppers, ham, cheese, the works. Yeah. That was REAL fun to clean up.
Fast forward to the past few months. It's been a real roller coaster ride in the Goth house. Xic's schedule is all over the place, mostly working nights, and has been working since Friday and will work until Monday. Yep. 11 days in a row. Awesome. This not only takes a toll on him, but me as well. I finally had a breakdown in my doctor's office yesterday that led him to prescribe me Ambien so I could get some sleep. Oh, I got sleep alright. I felt great this morning. Seriously. I woke up HAPPY. That never happens. But then I read through chats on Line that we had with out Alliance members from Marvel War of Heroes... I'll just let you read them:
I just pissed myself laughing at this shit.