Sleepless in Mississippi Mills

This becomes sleepless night number three.

Things are going to get really ugly around here if I don't get some restful sleep soon.

Yesterday was bad enough.

I ended up having an emotional breakdown from nothing.

Well, OK, it wasn't from "nothing" but it was from nothing in the big scheme of things.

It's resolved now but I can assure you that I can't get off this Cesamet soon enough for all the wonky things that it would appear to be doing to me.

I tried to ask my doctor about certain phenomena I had been noticing but he said no, it couldn't be from the Cesamet.

The tears started as I told him that he had given me the wrong answer.

He immediately understood to what I was alluding.

On further research, it turns out that yes, it does impact on one's emotions.  Can cause a lot of other not-so-desireable side-effects too (depression, anxiety etc). 

Explains a lot about what I've been experiencing for the past nine months.

Hence: get off the damn stuff, and fast.

A larger problem, perhaps, would appear to be my inability to sleep in spite of taking these damned sleeping aids that used to work.

I took three tablets on my way to bed again at 9:00pm last evening.

This after a very draining day and being truly exhausted as a result of the two previous, unrestful nights.

Didn't take long to nod off.

But an hour later I was awake wondering why?

And an hour and a half after that, I was awake again.

So I got up.

Because it makes no sense to lie in bed, uncomfortable, awake, and just have the mind wandering all over hell's half acres ...

I've taken a fourth sleeping tablet again.

Obviously, I have to up my 'normal' dose to four from three of those suckers; if I'm going to use them, I may as well take what I need right up front.

Fortunately, I have a deep well of canned television programs to catch up on.

So, here I am at midnight, icing my hips and watching stupid television when I should be sleeping ...