Maybe I shouldn't tell this. Aw, heck! Why not?

The lil’wrekker was due in sometime today. I was shocked when returning from dog walking early this morning, Her and her BF, DIL, Son-of-a-wrek, Mr.Wrekker assorted and sundry other characters were lined up on my deck, looking like a firing squad.

It seems I was posting weird messages and pictures to EVERYONE on my contact list(in my regular cel phone). This occurred overnight. I thought I was asleep. My brain was obviously not. My fingers were typing and taking non-sense pictures.
Before I got my shoes off and my jacket off DIL was running my CGM numbers and dialing the nurse-line at the clinic. Checking my insulin pump and generally being a Nazi-jerk.
Mr.Wrekker was giving his best scowl. I believe building up to a l–o--n–g lecture series, that I know is forthcoming.
Son-of-a-wrek was teasing me about being a crazy-looney tune.
The lil’wrekker was sobbing. Hamza was scared. He looked like a deer in the headlights. Poor guy.
The lil’wrekker showed me the messages on her iPhone. WTH? It scared me. They were nearly suicidal in nature. At least, fatalistic.
Plus I told about all my hidey-holes. (Note to self: re-hide stuff)

Folks, suicide has never been in my mind in a serious way. I’ve said the odd “I oughta just go shoot myself”…it’s never been something I would or could do.
I had to do some fancy talking to calm them down.
DIL and the Diabetic nurse have decided it’s a new med I’m on. I’m particularly sensitive to it, I guess. I’m to stop taking it immediately. I go in Monday and we’ll determine what needs to be done about it.

Man, oh Man. What one crazy night can bring down on my head. I swear on all that is holy I have absolutely no memory of doing all that. I’m alittle tired. I guess so. Seems I was very busy overnight.
Nightshift from hell.

BIG NOTICE:
If ol’beck posts a bunch of crazy crap on the Dope, would someone please report me? Wait, wait…not my normal crazy stuff. I mean seriously ‘Crazy’ stuff.
Sorry to ask you to make such a judgement call.
But, we watch out for each other, here on this board. Sick, drunk or lonely.
Can a pitiful crazy woman get the same?
I’m embarking (in 9 days) on my kidney surgery. I’ll not have my devices for a few days. Later on in my recovery I expect to have them and be posting again.
So y’all watch out for me, please.

Love you guys!

Do you know anyone on the board IRL we can make sure gets a message?

We will, friend Beck. Even us lurkers. We are all in your corner, and anything we can do in support is yours for the asking.

If I see anything out of the ordinary, or non-Beck-like, in your posts, I’ll put in a report (as I’m sure several others will, too).

hugs

BTW. Mr.Wrekker took my pistol away from me and reset the combination on the gun safe.
He’s gonna stay at home at night til this is resolved. :eek:

Well, if it helps, stuff passes.

I sustained a head injury, and was given tramadol and flexeril for the after-effects, while the seriousness of the concussion was not investigated (stupid on-call dr.) I was not told to stay awake, or anything, no head images were taken.

Over the next two weeks, I did some things overnight that I did not remember doing, and only know I did, in most cases after discovering evidence that I’d done them. I did vaguely remember one thing, but only vaguely.

Among the things that happened:

I moved three fish from one aquarium to another-- a thing I had intended to do during the day, but planned on doing the next.

Went out to the car, and brought in several things, which required unlocking doors with buttons, then relocking the car with a button and a key.

Walked to a store and bought a few things, then was not able to find my car in the parking lot, and discussed with the clerk (in Spanish) who might have towed my car. Found it in my regular space in the apartment parking lot the next morning.

Invited like, 5 people to be friends on Facebook in one night, when this is something I pretty much never do.

Did a load of dishes (that really needed to be done)-- in a dishwasher, but still, loaded it, put in soap, selected cycle, etc.

DH is a very heavy sleeper, and I am an insomniac, who gets up and does stuff during the night, so the fact that I was up and about was not in itself alarming.

I have no idea whether I was in some form of sleepwalking, or just simply did not make memories of doing these things, and they were normal “Rivkah’s up with insomnia” stuff (going shopping was not, but it’s not something I’ve never done-- just unusual).

Admitted it to my doctor, finally. I waited a while, because I didn’t want her to take me off any of my insomnia medications. I’ve been on them for years, and she said it would be more of a shock to take me of them.

She sent me in for an EEG, and an MRI. Tiny, ambiguous blip on the EEG, nothing on the MRI. Was put on extra sleep meds for a week (two weeks after the head injury, and after the all-clear from the tests).

Overnight antics stopped, and have not recurred.

I’m an insomniacs as well. Meds have screwed with me before. Not exactly is this way. Mostly its been roaming around inside the house and few time outside. We have alarms on the doors because I fell off the deck one night.
The side effects are rare on this medicine but it does list them. I havn’t had any since yesterday afternoon. I’m hoping it’s a one-of occurrence. Crossed fingers.
People will be in the house tonight.

Reported for cray-cray talk.

Beck, I’m so glad you have a crazy wonderful family like yours… and so glad I don’t have one like it.

If you’re behaving super-crazy on the Dope, where should we report it?

Call the guys in little white lab coats. Send them to Dumptruck, Ark. (:))
I have people watching here (oh, Lord do I have the people)
I’m mainly concerned with talking or posting some terrible crazy crap that scares or hurts someone. I just want a moderator to shut me down if I go psycho. Just report it to a mod.
I’m fairly certain it’s the drugs that did this thing. No more of that drug.

I was so afraid to look on the Dope this morning after what I saw I texted to my contacts. (I hit ‘send all’, I’ve had worried reply texts all day.) I had someone else look for me. Whew! That was scary.

Oh, and P.S.-- you’ll know it if you see it. It was gibberish and sad, feeling sorry for myself partial sentences. (And all my secrets:eek: )
Maybe I’ll be lucky and an error will catch me.
Oh, heck no. That post will go in smokin’ fast.
Just how my luck is.

Meds can make you go whack. Meds can make you seriously sick. Meds can ARGUE with other meds, and they can band together and kill you!

Always, always, ALWAYS keep a current list of everything you take, including OTC stuff. Carry the list tucked in your purse, and take an up-to-date list to every medical appointment and ER visit!

(ER personnel will kiss your feet for giving them such a list. I even had paramedics’ eyeballs shining with joy over such a list!)

Give a current list to each kid.

Even let the dawgs and Meezers have access to the list.

Also, at the bottom of the list, put down any drug allergies and your adverse reaction to them.

And PUL-EEZE tell your family to take care of you because SD needs our Beck!
~VOW

Thank you ~VOW, we have a running notebook with all kinda info about me, my meals, my numbers and of course my meds.

Gotta write it all down. No way anyone could keep it straight.

I’ve never felt such a strong, simultaneous, “Oh, crap” and “Oh, thank God” at one time as when I read your OP, Becks. Yikes. I don’t know what your brain was up to (“This is your subconscious on drugs.”), but it needs to cut it out. Right now, it’s got your family convinced it’s running the show, and I can’t blame them.

I’ll report any bizarro-middle-of-the-Arkansas-night posts to, um, somebody, promise, but it seems like you’re going to be on a might short leash for the next 9 days.

I hope they didn’t find out ALL your secrets. A gal’s entitled to have a few, anyway.

I had a similar experience once. I was under enormous stress and had just started taking Ambien to help me sleep. It was a brand new drug back then (1993 or '94 I think?), and they were prescribing it in much lighter doses as the “sleep walking” side effects hadn’t yet been discovered. Anyway, apparently I got up in the night and swallowed every pill in the house.

Very luckily, I also threw up. It was in the hallway just outside the bathroom, so I was probably “with it” enough to know I was nauseated and try to make it to the toilet. Right at that spot there was a pull out folding door which hid the washer and dryer. I had pulled it out just so that the crook of the door hid the vomit. Then apparently went back to bed.

Obviously, my zombified self was trying to hide the mess. Naturally the smell led me to it when I woke up.

Like I said, it was a stressful time, but I certainly wasn’t depressed, much less suicidal. That particular medicine just messed me up big time.

I am so glad you have folks watching out for you. I know that the surgery and everything is pretty overwhelming. I do think that living alone is probably not the best choice right now, even though it is the most comfortable one. Hang in there Becks, we need you!

Oh, hon. I had a Ambien thing last year. That stuff is evil.
Nellie, there are some secrets the heart just knows to lock up tight. Of course all my secrets are really just so much marshmallow cream in this world of special unique flavorings. (:))

Short leash!! DIL has gone crazy with the idea I should not be alone ever til I’m squared away. I get it. She’s into all my business up to her chin. And she worries. She’s got my Sisters all fussing me as well.
Give me strength!

Aw, he’s just showing how much he loves you, Beck. As if you needed any proof.

The thing about Mr.Wrekker is he worries quietly til put to the test. He’s much older than me and lost his first wife to a horrible accident. I am the biggest thorn in his paw.
He’s scared, I’m sure. He would never say that. But, he must be.
I’ve had a tumultuous 13mos. He likes things to be orderly and on time. And at this moment I’m not the person who can hold all this together. I try. Thank god my house basically runs on little work from me. I’ve spent many years getting like this.
My kids are taking care of themselves, the lil’wrekker is my biggest worry. She amazes me daily about how she is un-nested. (Except for that little issue of moolah) I keep telling myself she really is an adult and her life is playing out. It’s a hard thing, letting go of baby.
And my DIL my god, the girl is a saint. I know she wanted to kick my ass today. I scared them all with my performance art via cel phone at 3am.
I feel terrible.
No, really I do.

Aw, that’s sweet. I’m glad you have good family with you. Best wishes.

Don’t feel terrible about something you had no control over. I’ve never had that type of experience but imagine it’s pretty disturbing to know your body was doing concerning stuff without your conscious volition. You’ve got plenty on your plate with the coming operation. You don’t need to worry about these sleep experiences.