She'll have fun, fun, fun

Daddy, take her iPad away!

I've been hesitant to tell about this, but since one of my favorite blogger friends has not been shy to share some of her experiences with the strange side effects from the sleeping pill, Ambien, I decided it might be all right. It always gives me a good chuckle to know I'm not the ONLY one and perhaps it will give her a smile, laugh or warning as well.

All pill bottles carry some of the warnings
about whatever is in the container.

HOWEVER,

There may be other problems attendant thereto that can be costly.

It may cause some of us to do very weird things,
and now that we have learned still yet another lesson the hard way,
the iPad can no longer be used when under the influence.
 

In our case at our house, it has had some strange effects on both DH and me for the past few months, but especially in the past few weeks, they've increased.

He dreams up schemes, and I make plans.

He talks, and I take action! :0(

He gets ideas and I call people and volunteer to do things. He says, what about this? and I immediately grab the iPad to proceed with all kinds of searches ... order stuff ... plan vacations ... SPEND money!

The morning after

sometimes brings surprises. As it did just one morning about 10 weeks ago ... I know exactly how many weeks because I am still receiving an email each week reminding me - this is week 8, week 9, week 10.

Background

For several weeks, my side and back had really been hurting. I came to the conclusion it just might have something to do with that extra 10 pounds and that my jeans are way too tight.

But our bedtime conversation that fateful night about 10 weeks ago (after each of us taking our Ambien) went somewhat like this:

DH: I'm really concerned about you, and your side hurting. I think maybe you need to do something.

ME: Okay, I'll go see the doctor about it.

 

DH: Well, and I am noticing you're putting on a little weight. Looks like your derriere butt might be getting a little bit bigger.

He said what?????

ME: You think???

DH: There's some football player on TV who advertises some kind of diet plan where you eat 5 times a day. Maybe you ought to try it.

ME: Hmmmmmm. Let me see. Googling. (Not giggling, at all.)

(After some time spent trying to figure out who the football player is, the team he played for, a phone call to our son to ask, we figure out it is Terry Bradshaw and -----systems.)

DH: Why don't you send off for that?

ME: Okay.

Good-nights are said.

Next morning, I check my email. What?? A confirmation email from -----systems? Did I really do that? Yes. (Another surprise to me is that I entered the credit card number and information accurately while in la-la land.)

The first large box of food was delivered a few days later by our friendly Fed Ex man, and the second box of food packed in dry ice was placed on our front porch shortly thereafter. And the next day, still yet ANOTHER box identical in contents to the first box!

Stop it! Stop! How can I possibly eat all this food (and where will I store it)?? If you remember the sitcom, Everybody Loves Raymond, you will remember Marie and the infamous "Fruit of the Month" club. That's what I'm feeling. Fear! Cutting back on my intake was the original idea of a diet.

Something else DH didn't realize was that my eating special foods would affect him as well: When the cook isn't cooking or able to eat out, he's eating light, and there are no bites left over for Trudy, as well.

So, long story short, I had a few very lengthy conversations with -----systems, trying to work this all out and Stop it! Which they did (with a monetary penalty to us aaaaannnnnddd, I'm still trying to eat up what's left of the food while DH continues to eat burgers and fries! LOL!

Many lessons have been learned through this experience, chief of which is that once the sleeping pill has been swallowed, iPad is put away, and any conversation that follows is simply that! We talk, we plan, we figure out solutions to whatever situation we may be facing ... but any action or follow-through is NOT to take place until the next morning, or whenever it might be appropriate!

(That is - if we can remember what it was we decided.) 

When will we ever learn?