So, last night around 8:00 or so, I mentioned to the Hubs that I had just pre-ordered the Good Night and Good Luck DVD, and he said, "You told me that the other night."Uh. "When did I tell you that?"
He thinks a minute. "Wednesday night, when you were in here watching Mythbusters with me."
When ... what? What?
He proceeds to describe about twenty minutes when I sat in his little study with him, watching the show, commenting on he furniture, and so on. I begin to recall saying something about his desk. Otherwise? I was asleep.
Either this is true sleep-walking, or I was stuck in a pre-sleep foggy state brought on by the sleeping medication I take. Either way, the idea of doing something like this scares the crap out of me, and is the reason I stopped taking the stuff about two years ago. Then I started it up again, because really, there's only so long a human being can go without sleep. And I may be on the verge of finding out exactly how long that is.
I didn't take the pill last night. I did fall asleep, several times, in fact, sometimes on the couch and sometimes in bed. Sometimes I slept for ten minutes, or twenty. I never slept for more than an hour at one shot. Between each time I was sleeping, I was awake for an hour or so.
This sucked. But it wasn't as bad as when I didn't sleep the night the girls drove to Toronto three weeks ago, when I literally did not sleep at all, plus I was full of anxiety the whole time. I wasn't anxious or upset last night, because it was what I expected to happen.
What I didn't expect to happen -- men, if there are any of you, feel free to quit right now -- were the hot flashes. Holy. Moley. Each time I woke up, I woke up on fire. Maybe that's all the sleeping pill does for me, drug me enough so that the hot flashes don't wake me up. Or maybe last night was a particularly bad night; I don't know. Man, this was something I did not anticipate. I can't even describe it. The same thing happened when I took a nap this afternoon. What will tonight bring?
Anyway, we just got back from visiting R in her new home and going out to dinner, the four of us, a relatively rare event. I can't even begin to guess when I'll go to sleep tonight, or if I will. Needless to say, I am exhausted. I still haven't decided whether to continue the no-pill experiment, or go back to the old pill I used to take, a lower dosage that never triggered a sleep-walking incident but which probably won't do anything at all.
Btw, sleeping pills? I have always been opposed to them on principle. But it's not the drug that's addictive, it's sleep. Human beings have got to sleep. Decisions, decisions. Just goes to show you.
