I am a full-blown insomniac. I take sleeping pills every day of the year without exceptions. That's not a good thing... especially when one of 'em grows immune to you.
I needed to be awake around 8am; for those occasions, I use Ambien. Well, one doesn't work for me so I tried 1 1/2. No dice. And so I finished the night with two.. It drugged me outta my mind but it wouldn't make me sleep.
There was a time I didn't need them because I was a heavy smoker. Nicotine helps my nerves rest so I can sleep without pills. I didn't loo at the clock -- I just knew I was still awake and couldn't sleep. Or stand. Or walk. But it really pissed me off. I WANTED MY G**DAMN SLEEP! So I decided to get a pack of cigs. The problem was, I had none.
And I have no balance nerves and seldom walk in the dark. And I was so drugged up, I couldn't stand. So after getting my shoes on, the problems started.
I walked down the hall of my apartment, bouncing off the walls for support. I made it to the door and walked out, taking maybe 2 steps. Then I fell. Screw it -- I got back to my feet and took another strep or 2. Fell flat. Grumbling, I got stubborn. "I'll get a pack and... well... I couldn't walk home... I'll sleep behind the store... now I just need to make it there." I went on hands-and-knees & crawled down the sidewalk, looking like a brazen drunk. I passed a park and some streets, all while crawling a foot a minute. I made it to that baby shop on Broadway Street when a cop and ambulance came for me. Being drugged up, I wasn't quite aware that there was a world outside my apartment -- just a store that'd have sold me cigs. So this cop walked up to me and I was still in such a daze that it took a moment for my mind to register that a cop was there.
I assured him that I wasn't on any recreational drugs. He seemed to know I'm deaf since he 'spoke' with me using a smartphone (typing text on the screen). A gurney was taken out and I lied on it a bit. They asked me if I wanted/needed to go to the hospital. I told them that all I needed was nicotine to get my sorry ass to sleep. He drove me to the Store (a gas station here; that was my destination, oddly). He bought me a pack -- I gave him the money -- and he took me home. He wanted to contact my family but I told him not to; it was an isolated incident.
And here I am, typing this out, without a microsecond of sleep. Ugh... I never trust Ambien. Ever. It was dangerous what I did but had it been noon, Lord knows what would have happened to me :p
I needed to be awake around 8am; for those occasions, I use Ambien. Well, one doesn't work for me so I tried 1 1/2. No dice. And so I finished the night with two.. It drugged me outta my mind but it wouldn't make me sleep.
There was a time I didn't need them because I was a heavy smoker. Nicotine helps my nerves rest so I can sleep without pills. I didn't loo at the clock -- I just knew I was still awake and couldn't sleep. Or stand. Or walk. But it really pissed me off. I WANTED MY G**DAMN SLEEP! So I decided to get a pack of cigs. The problem was, I had none.
And I have no balance nerves and seldom walk in the dark. And I was so drugged up, I couldn't stand. So after getting my shoes on, the problems started.
I walked down the hall of my apartment, bouncing off the walls for support. I made it to the door and walked out, taking maybe 2 steps. Then I fell. Screw it -- I got back to my feet and took another strep or 2. Fell flat. Grumbling, I got stubborn. "I'll get a pack and... well... I couldn't walk home... I'll sleep behind the store... now I just need to make it there." I went on hands-and-knees & crawled down the sidewalk, looking like a brazen drunk. I passed a park and some streets, all while crawling a foot a minute. I made it to that baby shop on Broadway Street when a cop and ambulance came for me. Being drugged up, I wasn't quite aware that there was a world outside my apartment -- just a store that'd have sold me cigs. So this cop walked up to me and I was still in such a daze that it took a moment for my mind to register that a cop was there.
I assured him that I wasn't on any recreational drugs. He seemed to know I'm deaf since he 'spoke' with me using a smartphone (typing text on the screen). A gurney was taken out and I lied on it a bit. They asked me if I wanted/needed to go to the hospital. I told them that all I needed was nicotine to get my sorry ass to sleep. He drove me to the Store (a gas station here; that was my destination, oddly). He bought me a pack -- I gave him the money -- and he took me home. He wanted to contact my family but I told him not to; it was an isolated incident.
And here I am, typing this out, without a microsecond of sleep. Ugh... I never trust Ambien. Ever. It was dangerous what I did but had it been noon, Lord knows what would have happened to me :p
