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2014-01-19 03:48:03 PM
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I took Ambien for three years in ever increasing doses, literally could not sleep without it.

I would wake up to find that I had prepared and eaten a huge meal, cleaned the house, or taken the trash out in my birthday suit.

My wife said I would wake up and get on the internet make phone calls, have sex with her, and she thought I was fine, and did not remember any of it the next day.

The straw that broke the camels back is when she said I was naked pissing in the patio with dick in one hand and chicken wing in the other.

I went cold turkey and the DTs were horrible.  But I am two years clean and I sleep fine now, but would not recommend that crap to my worst enemy.
2014-01-19 04:39:56 PM
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drgloryboy: Still have a scar on my abdomen when I was working nights and taking ambien to sleep.  Was sleep cooking, baking a whole bag of Tyson buffalo tenders and a whole entire bag of French fries, slid out the oven rack too far and burnt myself pretty good. Woke up naked except wearing oven mitts in pretty intense pain.


Owwwwwwwwch.
2014-01-19 04:38:24 PM
1 votes:
Still have a scar on my abdomen when I was working nights and taking ambien to sleep.  Was sleep cooking, baking a whole bag of Tyson buffalo tenders and a whole entire bag of French fries, slid out the oven rack too far and burnt myself pretty good. Woke up naked except wearing oven mitts in pretty intense pain.
2014-01-19 04:23:15 PM
1 votes:
Sweet merciful crap. Ambien.

I was prescribed it about 4 years ago when I was having major sleep issues while living in an apartment building. For the first while taking the drug, it was great. I was finally sleeping through the night and was actually well rested instead of feeling like I was going to slip into a coma at my desk around 2 pm.

Then, random objects started to go missing. Things like hairbrushes, coasters and pens. I didn't think much of it at the time, I'm a pretty forgetful person and sometimes I leave things in weird places only to discover them later. Then one morning I woke up on the couch having no memory of how I got there. I just assumed maybe I had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and just didn't remember it. Waking up on the couch now and then seemed like a minor inconvenience considering how I was finally sleeping well.

Then things got weirder. One of the elderly women who lived on my floor started giving me the dirtiest looks when I would pass her in the hallway (we always had a nice rapport - I would help her program her PVR and she'd bake me stuff). One of the older bachelors who lived a few doors down who I also spoke to on a regular basis started acting very uncomfortably when we'd meet in the elevator or the lobby and basically would mumble a response and then scurry away. I couldn't understand what was going on, I couldn't think of anything I'd done to set them off.

Anyway, finally one morning I woke up in a friend's living room who lived a few floors below me. I KNEW I hadn't gone to bed there and started freaking out. He came into the room and told me that he had come into the lobby of our building after the bar at like 3:30am and found me grinding myself on one of the couches in the lobby and swearing. He'd basically herded me up to his place (since I wasn't carrying a key) and plopped me on the couch while he passed out. I had no recollection of this (of course) and threw out the pills the next day. I'm sure they work wonders for some, but I'll never touch them again, insomnia or no.

(turns out I had knocked on the old woman's door late one night and given her a plastic bag full of rags and plastic cups and told her to go f*ck herself. The middle-aged guy never told me what I had done/said, but I'm guessing it wasn't pleasant)
2014-01-19 04:09:59 PM
1 votes:
I fought with insomnia for years and years.

Every time a new medication came out -- starting with downers, to halcion, to Ambien -- the doc had to try it. When it got as far as Ambien, I tried it for a week and stopped. It made me have out-of-bodyish experiences, completely disoriented, disassociated. When it *did* put me to sleep, it was an unnatural sleep that left me feeling as if I hadn't slept at all.

Finally a few years ago, I had another big bout with it and went to a new doctor in my new area. He suggested Trazodone, a generic drug that had once been used as an antidepressant, but was quickly replaced because of its tendency to put people to sleep.

Thirty cents a dose, and thud. No addiction, no side effects, natural sleep.

Big Pharma won't tell you about it, because it's no longer patented and use as a sleep aid is off-label, but doctors will.
 
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