Friday, October 24, 2008

No rest for the wicked

After multiple nights of being unable to sleep, I tried an over-the-counter sleep aid. I have never used an over-the-counter sleep aid, with the exception of a few herbal remedies here and there. Alright...we're at the drug counter. Hmm. I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping. Better try an extra-strength dosage.

I go home, take the medication, watch TV, drowsiness sets in. Significant drowsiness. I-can't-function kind of drowsiness. Sleep now.

I wake up an hour an a half later. The back of my brain feels as though it wants to crawl out of my skull. Chad is downstairs, has not yet come up to bed, is fixing some urgent problem at work. I take an Advil. Should I take the two medications together? I don't know, don't really care. My head hurts.

Chad? I think I'm dying.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M DYING!

I'm this close to asking you to take me to the hospital.

I think I'm having a stroke.

Chad! CHAD! Massage my neck.

NO! Massage my head!

NOT THERE! I said massage my neck, dammit!

WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!?! I ASKED YOU TO MASSAGE MY HEAD!

I'm having a stroke. My brain is bleeding and I will die.

Seriously.

...so the next morning, I looked up potential side-effects. Potential of developing excitability, agitation, nervousness, inability to sleep.

Remind me to never take this medication again.