Sleep-Starved: Insomniac Check-In

I am not prudent. You may have noticed. One of the reasons Wife’s death was a surprise.

Poor choice of words on my part. It’s the same medicine. The generic Zolpidem Tartrate 10mg.

I know things are rough right now. I’m sick myself, so I’m not doing so well with my posts. Forgive my lack of eloquence. Your are a worthy person. Please take care of yourself. Your absence would be noted. :frowning:

Tried it under several voluntary suspensions. No, I wasn’t.

I don’t think I’m developing insomnia, I sure hope not, but if I am woken by some random bit of nonsense (a tiny noise, or a weird dream) late enough into the night, say 4am or so, and I’m alert enough for my brain to fully engage, then I find it very hard to go back to sleep again.

Prehistorically, we aren’t designed for eight in a row. We did a few, poked the fire while gabbing with our mates, then nodded off for a couple until it was again our turn to poke the fire. Fires don’t maintain themselves.

I used Ambien right after I was diagnosed with cancer. I learned quickly to take it when I was in bed because about 15 minutes later, my legs wouldn’t work. They were noodles.

I’ve been on the sleeping every other night schedule so I’m due tonight. Thank you to everyone that’s posted!

I solved this by not having personal relationships and shunning responsibility. YMMV.

I’m not really recommending that path, fwiw. I would say it works for me, but only for very specific values of “works”.

This is a fav harp of MD’s. “It is NOT Real sleep!”.

Until recently, all I needed was to get to sleep. Once unconscious, I would be down until I was finished with REM/dream state.

The new pill is scary - how do I wake up exactly one hour later for each pill taken?

Why doesn’t the sleep last as it had for the last 50 years?

Yes, kids - lifelong insomnia. Be afraid. Get your sleep sorted out while young. Booze is an easy trap.

This in spades.

I use foil on windows – permanent night in the room.

Neighbor’s dogs get 120db painful noise when they bark.

Living on a streetcar line for 25 years really honed adaption skills.

Really, campers, trust me. I’m an anthropologist. (I don’t get many opportunities to say that.) And you can use your breeding to explain to your boss why you need a siesta.

oh, I see. well, again, Ambien works like a charm for me as long as I only take it now and then.

meanwhile, cannabis works but now my job is ending as the company was bought by a bigger, stupider company and they do drug tests.

so since I have chosen SLEEP I won’t have a job as of July 1.

why is it their business what I need to sleep? it isn’t. :mad:

ironically, I would have less trouble sleeping if the job wasn’t so damn stressful.

I am so sleep deprived and miserable right now. I have two fucking meetings I’m leading, too. I managed to drop off after only an hour, but then woke again at 4am. I got like three hours of sleep the night before and constant interrupted sleep before that and fuuuuuuck.

I always thought the idea of a siesta was a good one. Even if I couldn’t sleep, I could still rest and not get in trouble for it. But Spanish-speaking countries are doing away with it to conform their work schedules (inherited from us) to family life.

Just got a note from the “PCP” (soon to be ex-PCP) stating that Since I use to many sleeping pills, she will no longer prescribe any.

Back to vodka and Unisom? NO. New clinic, new hospital, new doctors all around.

If you want me use use a single pill, I gave you 4 names and doses which DO work.
“But your kidneys will kill you”. They haven’t yet, but did make an impressive run back in Feb. (unconscious for 4 days, with no memory of the conversations I had had with the nurses)

I am a grown-up. I will die. Until then, I would like to be pain-free and rested “Nasty” drugs handle both of them.

More drama. Yawn.

I hope you get it straightened out. Doctors think the goal is the longest life possible and don’t consider the quality. The lack of sleep affects our health, too, so maybe it turns out to be a wash, anyway.

And another favorite insomniac game, “Should I drink caffeine or not?” Helps me survive the day, totally fucks me over for getting to sleep that night. I chose straight sugar (Sprite) instead, managed to hobble pathetically through my meetings, came home, slept for two hours, and still feel like death.

And I left the gas cap open on my way to work. Not the cap, the flappy thing. And distributed copies of the wrong grant to all my coworkers during the meeting.

Well, I was having trouble establishing a good bedtime, because I was still having trouble with my mind racing, a little. I’d go to bed, but I’d get up to check to make sure I’d paid bills, locked the door, the pets had water, and soforth. By the time I calmed down enough to sleep, it would be past my bedtime. But that wasn’t every night. Most of the time the tricyclic seemed to work, it was just sometimes that it didn’t. I probably had something else I was worried about, but I was trying not to sort it out, because I would have been up past midnight if I’d done that.

So I asked the doctor if I needed an increased dose of the tricyclic, or maybe an OCD med. He said he hesitated to increase the dose because the medication could have a lot of side effects at higher doses, and it would be better to look for something else altogether. I could try an OCD med, but those had side effects too (those at the time were mostly the SSRIs that killed your libido). He said why didn’t I try something, give it a week, and see if it did any good, and then we’d look at changing the prescriptions. And he said try 5mg of melatonin.

Now, I suppose there could have been a placebo effect, but considering how many meds I’d been on and off of, and how many things hadn’t worked, I doubt it. I know that relative to the other stuff, melatonin seems like a sugar pill, but I might actually have a melatonin deficiency. There is autism in my family, and many autistic people have melatonin deficiencies. I have never had a blood test, but I’m sleeping well now, so I don’t want to mess with what I’m doing.