I’m not a terribly good sleeper. I never really have been, not even when I was a kid. Now that I’m all grown up, I have come to the conclusion that it’s okay to get my MD and neighborhood pharmacist involved to help me get to (and stay in) Sleepyville for at least 5 hours a night. As such, I take a sleep aid most nights. One of the side effects of the particular drug I take is that I can go from being AWAKE and lucid to outlikealight in about 15 minutes. Some nights it takes longer but many nights it’s really fast. Sometimes those 15 minutes are uneventful, but last night was not one of those occasions.
I woke up with vague memories of surfing the web just before bed and lo and behold, when I checked my email I had a “Thank you for shopping with us” email in my inbox this morning. Oops. I apparently bought a pair of shoes last night from Zappos.com.
A $95 $129 pair of shoes, mind you.
New bedtime ritual: shut down computer, then take meds.
In the gym one morning, a group of ladies were comparing stories on what they have done while under the influence of sleeping aids. Waking up in the lobby of a hotel when all they wanted to do was wash their face; finding empty food wrappers around the house and wondering who in the family couldn’t pick up after themselves, finding peanut butter left on the counter each night with marshmallow cream mixed in the container; ordering on line and waking up with an inbox full of Thank you for purchasing messages; sleeping in high heel shoes. Funniest conversation I’ve been a part of in quite a while.
So funny! Yeah, I’ve taken these little sleep aids too and they’re wonderful when you have chronic sleeplessness. You know, everyone always thinks that you’re doing stuff in your sleep, but it’s not like that, at least for me. If I wake up for any reason a few hours after I take the dose, I’m fully awake – I don’t do things I wouldn’t normally do, but I may not remember them the next morning if I go back to sleep. Something usually has to prompt me, then I can remember it. Apparently it’s a normal, if a little disturbing, side effect.
Congrats on the shoes, tho!
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