I ♥ Ambien

Oh Ambien, you who sings a lullaby to my brain cells as you cover them with a blanket and tuck them in, if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right!

Actually, it's not that I love Ambien so much (although I kind of do), it's more that I absolutely do not love the inability to sleep, something with which I've been plagued for a week plus now. I just can't function properly without at least a solid six hours of slumber, and the deficit is starting to take its toll. So, God bless my Liberal With The Prescription Pad doctor for the relief I'll be getting tonight. ☺

I always have very animated dreams during an Ambien-induced sleep. Maybe tonight it will be an amplified version of the seat belt ding going off in my car (ding! ding!), because the stack of recyclables (magazines, newspaper, and a box of superseded law books) in the passenger seat is so high the sensors think it's an unbelted person sitting there. Maybe it will be about my cat, who's scheduled for a shaving tomorrow. I wonder what he's going to look like without any hair? Or maybe I'll just dream about something random that will seem so completely real in the middle of it, but which I probably won't remember in the morning. Either way, at least my dreams, or lack thereof, will be part of a good night's sleep. Some good solid sleep. The pillow is calling my name . . .

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