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January before last, I fell on the ice and severely sprained my ankle. In the ER, they gave me Darvocet. I asked them if I could take it with my other meds–and specifically asked about the Ambien–and they said yes, yes, yes, Ambien is soooo mild, and Darvocet is soooo mild, that it won’t matter.
I had my annual review at work about a week later. I almost never take sleep meds, but I was in the middle of a raging bout of insomnia. My mentor scheduled my review for 8 a.m., pretty much because she knew mornings were a problem for me, and she had a beef with this.
Lucky her, I ended up giving her a lot of ammo.
So, in order to sleep the night before, I took an Ambien.
The next morning, I apparently did get up sometime after my review–at 9:30 or so. I don’t remember much of what I did, but I do remember a few snippets. Specifically, me calling both the head of the litigation department and my mentor and babbling off a lot of obvious lies about why I hadn’t been at my review. Think along the lines of “the dog ate my homework.”
When I finally sobered up, I called my regular doctor, who flipped out about what the ER doc had done. She wrote a letter to my boss and my mentor to explain that I was the victim of gross malpractice, but the damage was pretty much done.