arrrrgggg….

Twenty Four hours after taking the ‘Mack Daddy’ of all sleeping pills. I have finally recovered from the side effects.

The first hour or so was a blast. I felt like I was walkin’ on sunshine. Not a problem…until hour two. I began getting violently ill and unable to eat. I would drink a sip of water, throw it up. I would THINK about drinking water to kill the cotton mouth and I would throw up.

I finally passed out from a headache around 4 am. God Bless my wonderful husband who drove the kids to school.

With so much to do today I managed to work my way into the kitchen, dizzy and fumbling around, I made coffee. I fell asleep waiting for it to brew and woke up 30 minutes later and poured the coffee down my throat. Before the empty coffee cup hit the night stand, I was passed out again.
The doorbell rang. I had to have the windshield replaced and I can honestly remember exactly 3 minutes of my conversation with him. I wrote him a check out of the wrong account and I am praying he didn’t cash it. Then the DHL lady showed up to deliver a package. She asked my last name and I said, “Stone” (not remembering what name is on last name of half of my accounts.”
She got irritated that she had done all the paper work to give me my package and the names didn’t match.
“This package says, Kristine Bland.”
“It’s BAY-LAND, and it my married name. I haven’t changed it.”
“But it says, B-LAND”
” B.A.L.A.N.D. Can I please have my package I am about to seriously pass out.”
She reluctantly handed me the package and I shut the door in her face. As I was turning around to go back to bed, I almost passed out.

I called Shaun and he came home to make sure I didn’t have to pick up the kids. I slept all day, had conversations I don’t remember.
I felt like I was drugged. I have NEVER felt so F***ed up…well, except that one night I drank 7 Kamikazes.

‘Cita and Shaun looked it up online. I guess this prescription was one of the kinds that Anna Nicole Smith was on.

I’m done taking that pill. I would rather be up all night than sleep for nearly 24 hours the NEXT day.

Now it’s One AM the next night and I am trying everything to forget how many hours I slept today and trying to convince myself to go to sleep.

This gets better right?