inkfreak74x9 said:
Ambian is the devil. I was perscribed the stuff to help me sleep. I started hearing stories in the news about weired things going on and thought wow these people must nuts and blameing their drugs. Boy was I wrong. I was pulled over at 4am for 60 in a 35 zone with a grocery bag full of chocolate pudding.
NO SHIT. I was soooo lucky to only have to have my girlfriend come and pick me up. My local cops were nice enough to move my car off the road and let me take my keys.
I am sticking to xanax now,and its a lot cheeper even with a script plan.
I was aware of doing crazy stuff WAY before the media started reporting on it. I wasn't surprised at all when I started hearing about it, I was still recovering from the withdrawls by then.
Here's a fun one, not even sure how I managed to remember half of it or if this is really the entire thing:
You remember that big east coast blackout in 2003? I'd been off Ambien for about 5-6 months at that point but had kept 1 or 2 "just in case" I couldn't sleep. The idea was if I took them without a reason I knew I still had a problem, and I made sure to check the bottle daily to make sure I hadn't taken them and forgotten. Well I took them during the blackout, because it was HOT as hell in NY and we had no AC since there was no power. I also tried to sleep in the basement where it was cooler.
Well around 2am I was hungry. So I decided to go drive up to the supermarket about 2 blocks away to get food. The thought that they wouldn't be open during the blackout did not occur to me. I also couldn't find my glasses or contacts, but I could find the keys to my mom's SUV. So I went out driving blind on streets with no lights in an unfamiliar vehicle with the size and handling of a drunken whale. I actually did manage to get to the supermarket and realized it was closed, and then managed to drive home and park, all while blind as a bat and without damaging the car or killing anyone. Not bad. Fortunately the cops must have been busy somewhere else.
But I was still hungry when I got home. I found some leftover hamburger helper in the fridge, so I figured I'd eat that. But it was cold. No power = no microwave (figured that out after pressing the buttons for a few minutes). But wait! We have a gas stove! So I go and throw the stuff in a pot, and put it on the burner. But it won't light. Eventually I figure out this is because it needs electricity. Hmm. But I just need fire to get it going. So
with the gas still full on I go looking around for matches or a lighter. Eventually found some, and lit the damn thing, which of course went WHOOSH! as there was now gas everywhere. Managed to not burn my eyebrows off somehow. Eventually the stuff got warm, so I turned the gas off, and ate it, and burned my tongue. Then I must have gone back down to the basement to sleep.