As an atheist and mostly a materialist, I believe we are the products of our brain chemistry. I also believe that chemistry fucking sucks.
Because I have trouble sleeping – partly due to the side effects of other medication, partly due to other factors – my doctor prescribed me a sleep medication, Ambien. I’ve had the scrip for about a year now. She prescribed me thirty per month, to use “as needed,” but of course my insurance plan has a “Managed Drug List” component, they have decided that I “need” only fourteen per month. I can’t even buy the other sixteen at the list price on my own. So that’s problem number one.
Now, each night, I have a choice to make. If I want to get more than 3-4 hours of sleep, I can take an Ambien. Of course, if I do, I will spend any time that I awaken during the night, and part of the next morning, feeling like a punch-drunk boxer. So I’ll get 6-7 hours of good sleep, and not have real lasting drowsiness, but still pay a little price. But I have to ration them – only 14 available!
If I don’t take it, I’ll only get those 3-4 hours, but it’s natural sleep. The major problem there is, of course, that that isn’t enough to make me feel rested. The other problem is that, when I don’t take the Ambien, I suffer from nightmares. Usually two or three different ones, of a subjective length of several hours. Awful, hyper-realistic nightmares, that leave me feeling anxious, drained, depleted, frightened, and all those lovely things.
I feel like pulling a Billy Crystal “I hate when I do that” type of thing and just sticking a barbecue skewer or other pointy thing in my ear and just digging around in my brain until I knock out the portion responsible for dreaming. Stupid brain.