I’m the schmuck

Yeah… It started on Wednesday night. I was all ready to go to bed when I opened my pill box to find I was out of my sleeping pills. Now I NEEEEEEEED my sleeping pills otherwise I sleep really hard for 2 hour wake up with a nasty migraine type headache that wont go away and then I can’t go back to sleep. It was 11 at night and I REALLY didn’t want to run Walgreens again, like the last 2 times my sleep pills ran out. I don’t think about them until it’s time to take them and then I end up at Walgreens at midnight. Anyway, I didn’t want to go so I got the bright idea to take the samples Rob’s doc gave him that didn’t work for him. Only I think… I have to take double doses of my normal sleep meds so I should take double of the sample meds because one didn’t work for Rob. Whoops!! First they made my legs really twitchy, then I finally fell asleep but it was crazy. I now know where they came up with their ad campaign, from someone who took the meds. It wasn’t exactly Abe Lincoln and a talking beaver but damn close. When I woke up I felt like SHIT. I would say a 6.5 on the pain scale. When I left for work I still felt under the influence of the meds and as I drove I almost lost what little coffee I had managed to drink. So I called Manager and tell him how I felt that I am half way there but don’t think I can make it can I call in sick. He told me no. HE TOLD ME NO. We had a tech flying in to work on our server and he NEEDED me to be there. I said I was going to be less then useless and he said that was ok. So I sat at work all day Thursday drinking ginger ale and tried not to get sick. I almost lost it twice while sitting in the weekly staff meeting. The tech’s flight was delayed and I kept asking if I could go home, “if he is not here by 5 you can go”. He got here at 445. DAMN IT!!! At 6 Manager said he had to go and I had to stay until the tech was done. I was less then happy. When Manager left I told the tech I was having a bad attitude day, but to his benefit I didn’t care if he took us off the air and/or fried the server. Luckily Tech said he had done all he could do for the night at 740, so I did end up working 8 full hours. When I got home at 815 I still couldn’t keep anything down and felt like the meds had me (as my hubby likes to say) by the booboo’s. Knowing how bad I felt and that I was going to pass out as soon as I hit the pillow, I backed out of lunch with my buddy Bret on Friday (today). I SUCK. I did get my pills and I did get some real sleep, like 14 hours. But I suck… and I owe Bret a beer.