I just swallowed an Ambien. My last one. I had a bout of sleeplessness a few months ago and requested a couple tabs from Kaiser. I called their main line. “I don’t want to see a doctor. I don’t need an appointment. I want you to call it into the pharmacy. I’m not a druggie. I need sleep. Can you please route a prescription to the pharmacy. I live a block away.”
Three hours later, I had my Ambien. They gave me three.
Yesterday was Sunday. I had work to do–a lot of it. I had a Monday morning deadline to meet. Had to coordinate a bunch of resources, compile a mail file. Colleagues were also working over the weekend. My blackberry came with me everywhere.
I went out to dinner with my high school friends. It was a boyfriend ‘meet and greet’: Cristina and her husband Allan, then Erika and her boyfriend Michael, and then me and my boyfriend. We had a good time. I don’t drink coffee, but I had a few sips. I wanted to make sure I was caffeinated for the long work night ahead. After dinner, I got in a fight with my boyfriend.
Came home. Cranked out my work. Shed a few tears. Couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night long. Damn coffee. I think the last time I had coffee was my freshman year in college when I decided I would never drink it again. Don’t like the taste. Don’t like how it makes me feel. I learned my lesson.
Now I’m on Ambien.
I need to get my life in order. Too much going on to dwell on stupid stuff like a broken heart.
June 16: Rehearsal Dinner
June 17: Daniel’s Wedding
June 18: My Birthday / Father’s Day / Therese and Family Coming Up from LA
June 30: Rehearsal Dinner
July 1: Steph’s Wedding
July 4: Holiday
Start Marathon Training
July 22: Llandro’s Wedding
August 28: Burning Man
September: MBA Recruiting at Chicago GSB
September 28: Golf Tournament
September/October: Sweep Conversions at Work
We ordered our dresses for Daniel’s wedding. Mine is perfect. I only had to trim the skirt. Even though my measurements corrsponded to a bigger size, I made sure to get a size 0. I was late getting my shoes dyed. I bought some spray paint from an art store today, and now the shoes are drying in the garage.
The dresses for Steph’s wedding are custom-made. The seamstress couldn’t believe my measurements so she made my dress a little bigger. When I came in for a fitting, she looked at me and said, “Oh my. You waist is really a size 23. I thought only flower girls are size 23. How can this be? Oh my. I will have to take it in.”
I think I’m done for my wedding tasks. Next up: open bar!
I’m starting to get disoriented. I think I’d better finish up and get to bed pronto!!!