So I was all sorts of excited last night because I got some Ambien from my doc. I’ve been sleeping so poorly lately, and aside from the normal “dealing with child” stuff, I can’t figure out why. My birth control has been wreaking havoc on my hormones so maybe that has something to do with it.
But anyway, I took my Ambien last night, looking forward to falling asleep fast and NOT needing to eat ten times and get up to pee fifty. And then I made a classic Ambien mistake.
I got up. I thought I had time before it “kicked in” to grab a quick glass of milk. I was feeling a tiny bit empty and wanted to coat my belly with something.
Apparently it had already kicked in. Most of the rest of what I will recount was told to me by my hubby this morning. I don’t remember much of it…and what I do remember, I thought was a dream. I woke up to a cup of fruit snacks next to my bed this morning, with only the vaguest idea of how they got there. Hubby said I asked for them.
Anyway, I brought J* out to sit with hubby around 10 pm because she just would not sleep. I got my milk, and polished off the rest of the dark chocolate Hershey bar I had left in the fridge. Then
I guess I went to the bathroom… and puked everywhere.
I thought I maybe had a dream about throwing up. Had no idea I had actually done it until hubby came home for lunch and asked if I was “feeling better.” Not only did I puke everywhere- homemade chili and chocolate. Somehow I even got some on the tub next to the toilet. I told hubby I felt bad he had to clean up after me and I didn’t even know it. He said I cleaned most of it up myself. (I don’t remember.) With what, I asked disgusted, wondering if I was going to find a pukey towel in the laundry.
Wipes, I guess, he said.
Where did I put them?
In the trash can I guess…
I hope I flushed them… I tentatively went in to take a second look at the bathroom. I’d already been in there numerous times today and noticed nothing amiss, so between the two if us, we must have cleaned up okay…
A spot or two on the floor towel we use to soak up water by the tub. A dribble on the outside of the toilet. That’s all the evidence that’s left. That and a resolution to only take half a pill tonight, and under no circumstances, get out of bed.
And the mild feeling of shame, like a drunk, post blackout. Heed the drug warnings, people!