My friends and I share a joke that my family should have a reality t.v. show, and yet again today's occurrences proved to be another example fit for an episode on TLC.
After a great summer, I've gone back to work, teacher in-service, and when the alarm sounds at 6:00 a.m. my body goes into auto pilot: bathroom, coffee, makeup, hair, pill, and clothes--in that order. Daily, I take hormonal therapy, which is usually on my nightstand, but while Matt was out of town this week, I'd placed the bottle on his nightstand. So, I did what I always do and popped my pill, without bothering to look at the color or shape before placing it into my mouth. After dressing and gathering up my bag, the room began to spin. My initial thought was that the spinning was due to lack of dinner or breakfast, but after grabbing a breakfast bar the problem only worsened. I knew that I couldn't drive, and I called my husband to take me to work.
Once inside the car, my words began to slur and my sweet Matt helped me assess the problem.
"Did you take anything this morning?" he asked.
"No, just my hormone pill." I answered.
"Where was the bottle?"
"On your nightstand."
"Marsi, the only bottle on mine is my Ambien. Did you take my Ambien?"
"Oh my God!! I think did."
"Did you not notice it wasn't your pill? Did you take a whole one?"
"Yes, I took a whole one; I thought it was mine."
"Holy shit! I take a half when I need to sleep. And it's the good stuff; the CR will knock a person out. You're not going to work today."
"I can make it. I'm not teaching, so I can just sit."
"I don't think it's a good idea, but call one of your friends out here. You'll need help to walk into the building."
I texted a fellow teacher to come out to the car, and after taking one glance at me she asked if I was drunk. I attempted to stand-up and I fell against the passenger side door.
"I caaan make ittt. I'llll jus nap insi-de my chairrr." I slurred.
Laughing, Katie said, "Nope. You need to go home and sleep this one off. I'll tell one of the principals what happened.
"Okay." I surrendered and requested McDonald's on the way home. Matt protested on account of a conference call, but my munchies and persistent pleas won him over.
However, people don't eat when taking a sleep aid--they want to sleep. And if there isn't a warning on the bottle there should be: Don't eat after taking pill. I ate half my sandwich but it later ended up on my bedroom floor....partially digested. That too, my poor husband had to clean up.
I have such wonderful caring people in my life. Not only my husband, but also my friends. Later in the morning Katie texted me from the school to check on me, and this is what I replied:
Not s secret, Yout kidding l! Procrdursl recr? Nubrs! Crazy
The English department got a good laugh decoding that one! What was that I said about kind, caring friends. ;) Just another day in the life...
Truly,
~Cinderella
