UMM, THIS CAN'T BE GOOD . . .

So, here is an actual texting session that occurred last night between me and arguably my best friend while I was under the influence of Ambien. Because I've been sleeping even WORSE than usual for a variety of reasons which weren't being texted and aren't gonna be referenced in this post. Even though I was supposedly and trying to go cold turkey on the sleeping pill thing, it's one of those things that is better in theory than practice.

So anywho. Ambien (or Zolpidem, which is what my crap insurance company actually funds) is a perfectly legal drug, although maybe it shouldn't be? One which the local pharmacy in more than one state has given me MONTHS of at one time if I have been willing to pay for it out-of-pocket, although maybe they shouldn't have? (And the insurance company HAS reimbursed me post-fact, FYI):

Me: Yuu trer

Them: ARE YOU UP?

Me: Ewasnt vbur am now warnibr ambieb

Me: M reading twilight like to think typos r wherwolf dilet

Them: ????

Them: WHO IS THIS? (Editor's Note: We're TEXTING, of course he knows it is ME, right?)

Me: Its me XXX (Editor's Note: "XXX" = cute nickname and it was even correctly spelled)

Them: R U OK?

The we talked on the phone and now I'm blogging about it, so I am OK in the physical sense. Making no claims for any of the other senses I guess!