So, the Most Awesome Office Nurse Ever called in a prescription for Ambien because I needed help in the sleep department. I've taken Ambien in the past, and it's worked beautifully, and without the weird side effects that some people experience.
Well, not this time around.
I took the Ambien plus two Vicodin (as suggested). I thought I would blog but then I started seeing two computers in front of me, and decided that blogging may have not been a good idea.
When I woke up Friday morning, I was wearing lingerie. I never were lingerie for no apparent reason. It has to be a pretty special occasion to get my ass in frilly unmentionables. It was a cute little black set I bought a while ago just because it was on sale. I don't know why I decided to wear it to bed Thursday night. All night, while I was working, I racked my brains, trying to figure out my reasoning for wearing bawdy underwear to bed...on a weeknight...without any sort of special occasion.
I couldn't come up with a reason. I just blamed the Ambien.
I don't know what else I did Thursday night. Part of me is afraid to find out. At least I was alone in the house.