Friday, December 16, 2005
the evil of sleeping pills
So I told my doctor about my insomnia and she insisted on an Rx for sleeping pills--Ambien. I have to say, it f*cked me up and left me feeling worse than a couple of nights of no sleep. I was pretty wound up when I popped one at 11:30. I laid down on the couch (because my bed sucks) and began flipping through magazines, petting the buns, and watching t.v. Very relaxing. I got up to turn some lights off and realized I was having a hard time balancing. I felt like I was falling with every step I took. Having had a lot of prior experience feeling kind of messed up (another story, another time), I made my way back to the sofa and laid down. The magazines were too heavy to flip through anymore. I petted Babs for a little while longer, but I was worried my hand was to heavy on her head because I couldn't really sense it. My limbs felt like dead weight. I realized everything on the t.v. was multiplying--no matter how I focused--everything was in double. And there was a haze in front of everything. I felt more relaxed then anything but I moved to the bed and then fell into a deep coma until 11 this morning when I was awakend by a screaming headache that required 3 ibuprofens and 20 minutes of meditation before I could even think of getting up without my head spinning. I still feel really out of it, and I have to give my practice talk in half-an-hour. Moral of the story---don't take sleeping pills for insomnia; take them for a fun time. If you have lots of free time.