I take it. It does knock me out and I’ll tell a story about that in a minute.
I asked my doc to give me a lesser dosage because it always made me feel “hungover” the next day. The new dosage seems to be a good one. I sleep most of the night and don’t feel too bad the next day.
When I first started taking it, I took it for a few months and then decided to stop when it ran out. I thought I hadn’t refilled it. It looked just like one of my other meds - one to fight fatigue.
I work out of my home office and when my business partner from the UK is in, he comes over. One day while working I reached down to take the fatigue med. I usually look closely, but I didn’t think I had any Ambien and didn’t look.
He found me literally drooling into my keyboard. He made me do several things to test for a stroke.
He finally convinced me to go and sleep it off. My dog sat by my side all day, only going out to pee. She wouldn’t even play ball - just peed and then went and sat staring at the door until he let her in. There she lay, just staring at me, waiting for me to get up.
Worse, I had been on the phone before I started drooling into my keyboard. Worse than that, I had a *vague *recollection of dreaming about my old girlfriend and oral sex. Dear OG, please don’t let me have called someone and start asking them for oral sex! (PLEASE!)
As it turned out, I had babbled, but I hadn’t asked my (male) friend to perform any sexual favors.
I slept all that day, my coworker left around 6:30 after checking to see if I was still alive.
I was horrified. I am usually so good with my drugs, but this time I was so sure I had no ambien in that drawer! You can bet that now I check everything, even if I’m sure.
I thought my doc would give me hell - but she just laughed and told me to be more careful.