Life Lessons By Comic™

Insomnia sucks.

 

Plain and simple, not being able to fall and/or stay asleep reliably is just about one of the worst things I can imagine. It’s absolutely maddening to know you should be asleep, know you want to be asleep, know that your wife next to you is asleep, but just can’t fall asleep.

 

Then, combine that with the idea of sleep medications. I finally broke down and visited my family physician, who promptly prescribed me some Ambien CR. His response to the whole thing was “notice what is on television more and more lately…this isn’t just a small issue with society.” I was initially relieved but then put off by that response. Who gives a rats ass if half my neighbors are experiencing the same thing. I want to know why I can’t sleep well all the time. I should have fought back a little, but to be honest, I knew that the prescription would work, so I nodded absently and took the script.

 

Then finally, there’s the mental idea of being on a sleep aid. I don’t like it. Hell, I don’t like being on any medication unless I need to. I don’t like taking the Claritin for my allergies, but can’t take summer without it. I guess it all stems back to my father, who abhorred all kinds of medicines when I was growing up. That was tough for him, given that my mother is a nurse. Some of the fights of her trying to choke down meds on him, looking back on it, were rather comical. But now I find myself fighting the idea that I need the Ambien to get a good nights sleep. Is it just in my mind? Or do I really have the issue my doctor said and should just accept it.

 

/me continues to be all kinds of confused. 

 

Oh well, all I know is when I do take it, they are some of the best nights of sleep I can ever recall. Shouldn’t that be enough…?