Ambien and My Addendum

Tonight I start taking Ambien to see if it will help me get my sleeping pattern back to normal. I took a pill 2 hours ago (at 11:00 p.m.) the instructions read that it works VERY QUICKLY, so I all but jumped into bed, curled up, and waited to get sleepy. I really didn't want to look at the clock when I got up to go to the bathroom. Dang. It's been an hour, and I'm still awake! Then, after several failed attempts at meditation I got up to drink some milk...still another hour had passed. I don't even feel like it's sort of working. In fact--I think they switched my prescription with some no-doze. My doctor mentioned that sometimes if you're anxious at bed time, your body will try to fight off the drug that is trying to help you sleep, but to TRY not to fight it. How does that work? "Body--stop it. Calm down, or you'll be in timeout for the rest of the week. No, I mean it body of mine...you are hyper, do not fight or you will suffer!" I don't know...on the bright side, I did think of something funny that I forgot to add to the movie review for "Dan in Real Life":

So Danny and I get to the theater, and we split up so that he can buy some popcorn, and I'm going to go get our seats (assigned seating--you gotta love it). I walked into the theater feeling relieved that they had just started the previews. Yesssssssss. We love the previews. I had jammed my toe earlier in the day tripping over one of Cole's toys....so I hobble across the theater as people were laughing at the trailer and finally get up to where our seats were. But when I got there, I realized there were people in our spots. So I get about 6 inches from the armrest of the lady sitting on the end and realize that I'm not only freaking her out, but that I'm on the opposite side of the theater. Oops. Sorry lady--uh, nice purse? I'm a little bit embarrassed as I feebly start towards the other side of the theater knowing that everyone knows where I don't sit. I hear Jerry Seinfeld's voice...oh this must be that Bee Movie preview. Up the stairs in pain. Ouch. Nearing the top. Thinking this is a pretty long preview to myself as I crawl over several people to get our seats. I seriously don't know why I was SO stubborn about sitting in our seats when the theater was only half full. The point is--I made a big deal about getting to the chair I was in. I finally nestle back into my chair, and start watching the massive screen before me and my thoughts go something like this: "Goll, this is the longest preview ever, and I don't know if I really think Seinfeld is pulling off this whole 'bee thing'...people are laughing, did I miss something?...maybe when I was on the other side of the theater freaking out the armrest lady...no, seriously...this preview won't be over for another hour and a half...oh my gosh...I'm in the wrong theater." Yep. That bee looks nothing live Steve Carell. Dang it. So I lean over to this teenage girl sitting right next to me and casually ask, "Hey--is this the bee movie?" She totally laughs at me and says "yes" gesturing with her face up to the screen like "hey dummy--ever seen a bee? They're black and yellow? Fly around? Sting people?" Excuse me, but no one makes me think they're talking to me that way. So I just said "Cool! Thanks. *A big smile so she thinks I'm being sincere* Then I had to crawl across the rest of the row and nonchalantly exit the theater I had interrupted now 3 times with my ridiculous limp. I got to the bottom of the stairs in the dark theater and wondered how many people would have waved back to me if I threw out a "Sorry guys! See you 'round!". I chickened out.

I wandered around for a few more minutes to get to the right theater where Danny was waiting for me with the popcorn. He looked concerned. Please. I had it all under control.