That was bizarre. If it happens again, I’m going to have to quit taking Ambien.
A primer: because I get up so early, and because I don’t like to get up that early on the weekends, and because I had a bad bout of insomnia a couple of weeks ago, I take Ambien, but only on Sunday and Monday nights. By Tuesday, I’m pretty much back on rhythm, although not always.
Anyway, last night, I took it a little early (I’m still toying with when to take it, so I get to sleep exactly at the time I wish to).
Y’all. My Lord. 30 minutes later, I felt stone dead drunk. (Don’t ask me how I know what that feels like). I was stumbling, I couldn’t stand straight, I was a little dizzy, cloudy headed. I was perfectly aware, though. I was no more incoherent than normal; my body just wasn’t working right.
Lintilla had to help me up the stairs and into bed, or I wouldn’t have made it.
I’m wondering if I accidentally took 2; those things are tiny and maybe I popped two out of the bottle by accident. I slept OK, though, and feel fine today.
But if it happens again, well, like they say in the Viagra commercials – “see your doctor” – that’s what I’m going to do.