Yesterday I had an appointment at the local clinic. This was a "med check" visit. In other words, I take some meds that the clinic wants to keep tabs on every four months or so.
I had never heard of the "doctor" (P.A.) before that I had the appointment with, I suspect he's new because he looked really young. Let's call him "Logan" (his real name). "Logan" was a bright, upbeat young man.
"Logan" greeted me with a cheerful handshake and then proceeded to work. He looked over the pages I had filled out beforehand, and asked me about a couple of my meds. I told him things were going fine, and "Logan" was ecstatically happy to hear this news.
"Logan" asked me if there was anything else. I informed him about my sleeping difficulties. He informed me that this is no good, and that REM sleep is very important. I then informed him of an article I read online about experiments on mice and the affect of spinal fluid on the brain during the sleeping process. "Logan" was fascinated to hear this story.
I then proceeded to tell "Logan" that I took an Ambien once and the effect was so powerful my wife had to practically carry me into the bedroom. "Logan" was surprised to hear this.
"Logan" then proceeded to prescribe Trazodone for me. I told "Logan" that I didn't know what that was. "Logan" informed me that Trazodone is an old sleep medication.
I left the clinic and went to the pharmacy to pick up my medication. It wasn't ready yet, so I went home. My wife picked it up for me later that day. In the meantime, I was researching Trazodone online and found that it is an anti-depressant. In fact, it is listed as an anti-depressant/sleep medication. This shocked me, as I had not reported any issues with depression to "Logan."
My wife brought the Trazodone and set it down in front of me and left. It was only about 6 pm at this time, but I popped one down my throat anyway. My wife then came back and told me the pharmacist said to take only one-half (25 mg) Trazodone to begin with. Too late! But why hadn't "Logan" informed me of this?
Why "Logan"? Why???
About a half-hour later, I was shuffling around the house like the living dead.
I went to bed at around 6:30 pm. I turned over on my right side, and vomited into my mouth. No, this isn't usual for me.
I got up, shambled into the bathroom to spit it out into the sink, went to take a leak, and it burned like crazy. No, this isn't usual for me either.
I then went back to bed, and after a while I turned onto my left side, at which time I vomited into my mouth again.
This happened a third and a fourth time.
I finally managed to get some real sleep around 9 pm. I think! But it didn't last. I was tripping, or something. I mean, there was writing on the bedroom walls and shit like that. I still don't know if I was asleep or awake. I would hear my wife talking to me plain as day, then turn and see her there peacefully sleeping next to me. At one time I saw her standing at the foot of the bed, and the next thing I know she's still there sleeping next to me. A lot of strange things were happening in that bedroom, but suddenly I would snap out of it and everything would appear to be normal again. Whatever it was, I would shift in and out of it like moving from one reality to another, back and forth. This went on until after midnight. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up.
I want "Logan" to be pleased with me, so I hope all the hallucinating I did counts as REM sleep. I really need some REM.