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The doctor has me on Amitriptyline to cure my insomnia (he'll be the fifth doctor to attempt this, my sleep patterns are like the sword in the stone for the medical profession). I've already tried Zolapamine (sp? I know it begins with a Z), over the counter stuff like Kalms, Valerian root, warm milk, warm baths. Nothing works. It used to be that I could handle it. When I was a teenager I could sleep for three hours a night and wake up at seven to arm wrestle cougars all day, and I did. But now I'm a grown up if I don't get eight hours I'm a zombie until I try to sleep again (at which point I become alert and awake until I try to do something, which makes me tired, which makes me get back into bed, which makes me alert and awake...)
Everything I do seems to be ten times harder, and take ten times as long. This morning (or 'afternoon' if you want to be technical) I looked at my sock for a full ten minutes before deciding that it should be put on my foot. I used to be sharp and witty; now I can barely slur 'Yeah? Your mum'.
Well, that floaty feeling means the sleeping pills are kicking in for another night of auditory hallucinations and euphoric rushes. Fingers feel heavy. Laters. |
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