A few weeks ago, after getting my less-than stellar news, I wasn’t sleeping very well and got a short term prescription for a sleeping pill – zopiclone.
The instructions for this medication is to take it right before you go to bed – and rightfully so – it is considered a hypnotic drug. Anyway, I took them for a few days to help me sleep and I usually followed the instructions very closely… how hard is it to take a pill and go to sleep?
Well, when you’re married, sometimes going to bed doesn’t always mean “going to bed…” (hint hint… nudge nudge…)
I woke up one morning feeling like I had the strangest, most realistic (yet unrealistic) dream. I spent most of the morning trying to decide if I was remembering a sexual encounter with my husband the night before, or if I was dreaming it all up. I was so, so confused! I remembered everything that happened, right down to the last detail, but for the life of me, I could not decide if it was real or imagined. How scary!!!
Turns out it was real… And, although I only show a short part of this conversation, my husband thought it was a very funny situation and continued to tease me about this for quite a while (I just didn’t include it all here, because it’s probably not very “blog appropriate”).
It’s kind of hard to believe that a drug can mess with the brain so much in such a short period of time. (And I assure you, this whole situation was consentual, even if I was “drugged.”)