I saw the rheumatologist on Thursday. After talking about how much pain I’m in every day, she gave me a prescription for Vicodin. Am I like the only person who had never taken this stuff before? Seems like everyone I work with had taken it and had either advice or horror stories to share with me. I picked up the prescription after I got off work on Friday and took one when I got home (I avoid trying new meds until I’m at home and don’t have to go anywhere…you never know what’s going to happen).
I went about my evening and, a couple of hours later, noticed that my pain levels had diminished…okay, that’s a good thing, right? I felt a little bit odd, but still…nothing too bad. When I went to bed, I read for a while. When I felt like I could go to sleep, I turned the light off and settled down to try to sleep. Of course, Spook and Scout were right there with me.
Well, I tossed and turned, unable to go to sleep. I eventually turned the light back on and read a little more, then tried the whole going to sleep thing again. This time, there were fragmented pictures flashing behind my eyes, one after another, so fast I couldn’t really see what the pictures were of. Then suddenly a deformed monkey reached out for me…he was clearly visible, then he disappeared and the broken pictures began falling apart and reforming behind my eyes. All of a sudden, a face, with mouth wide open in a scream, surged toward me before spinning away only to be replaced by the pieces of pictures again.
This went on all night, every time I closed my eyes to try to go to sleep. I must have finally dozed off. When I woke up there was a pool of blood right where Spooky had been sleeping by my pillow. I began calling for her, worried about her. There was no way a kitty as little as she is could lose that much blood and still be alive. When she walked up from the foot of the bed, I had to check her over. Of course, everything was fine. Oh…and when I glanced at the pool of blood…yeah, you got it…it was gone.
I kind of felt like I was playing a part in a Stephen King book. Hey, wait…I can probably use this in a book…perhaps a bit more gruesome than my normal writing, but when you have the story line you need to run with it. Oh…and…uh….yeah, I didn’t take the Vicodin before I went to bed last night. Thought I could do without another nightmare in B’town.
- Work – Nightmares and dreams (snozzlewort.wordpress.com)
- 5 Types of Medication Known To Cause Insomnia and Nightmares: Are Prescription Drugs Ruining Your Sleep Pattern? (medicaldaily.com)