I am an insomniac. I have been since a teen. It is no fun and it sucks. I've always battled to sleep every night on my own. I have my own techniques and tricks to get to sleep. It doesn't alway work.
So on a recent trip to my doctor, in a fit of desperation, I asked for a sleeping pill.
AND HE GAVE ME SOME!
I had no idea it would be so easy to get some! I thought I would have to jump through hoops, or complete a sleep study, or some such nonsense. But no! Just ask and ye shall receive!
So last night, with gleeful anticipation, I swallowed down that little oval sleeping salvation.
And went to bed.
And laid there.
And laid there.
And laid there.
Three hours later I got up and took my usual cocktail of herbal and over the counter sleeping aids, just so I could get a measly 4 hours of sleep.
Fuck you, you little pill. You are no miracle pill and I am incredibly disappointed that you did not deliver the rainbows and unicorns of dreamland that were promised to me.
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Well that sucks. I also have bouts of insomnia and will use a sleep aid as a last resort. I've gotten to the point that the pill will make me sleepy and then I'll work through it and wake back up within 30-60 minutes. Stick with herbal and natural remedies. Modern medicine isn't always all it is cracked up to be.
I've had great results with the magic white pill of sleep aids, but the hallucinations scares the bejeesus out of me.
I've taken to using valerian root pills (they freaking REEK) and Yogi's Bedtime tea.
I drink.
Sometimes I drink and light up a spliff.
Most of the time? I watch endless reruns of Psych until I pass out and have dreams of making out with James Roday. Seriously and if he kisses IRL like he does in my dreams - that Maggie Lawson is one lucky bitch.
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