I'll sleep when I'm dead!
Apparently sleep disorders are hereditary. My grandmother was narcoleptic, and therefore refused to learn to drive. I have always known that, as a child, I would talk and sometimes walk around a litte in my sleep. Back then I actually slept - but I digress.

Now, thanks to the pharmaceutical wonder known as Ambien, I get to sleep most nights and wake up to find out what havoc I have wreaked during the 20 minutes it takes to kick in. It is normal to have amnesia from the period you took the drug until it gets in your system and you go to sleep.

Apparently I am a very good cook. Three course meals are not out of the ordinary. I once invited my neighbor to join me in trimming the hedges at 10:00 PM. Just as well he didn't join me. Got stung by an angry bee shortly thereafter. I also found out about some pretty random behaviours, such as tapping my bedmate on the shoulder and giggling, sucking my thumb (Which I SWORE I gave up thirty years ago!)

I have been able to pretty much make sure I don't drive like this. It's excruciatingly dangerous. If you don't believe me, ask my brother. He put over a hundred miles on his car one night. Yep, sound asleep.

Moral of the story: hide your car keys when you go to bed.
(darfy1, Fri 31 Aug 2007, 7:30, Reply)