Love it - great multi purpose mother's helper. Taken with too much fatty food, it produces a dizzying "stoney" feel - after a little practice the dizzying part goes away--sorta like a side effect within a side effect- eventually the vertigo goes away. Also works as a muscle relaxer, targeting injured muscles. Best side effect isn't the hallucinating - though that part is interesting - it's the lack of inhibition I dig. I've called people at 2am, people I don't particularly want to speak with unless I'm stoned and won't remember the next day. At first this side effect troubled me, I worried about what I'd said, and to whom. Now I don't care. My friends know I'm taking Ambien and expect anything (you were on an Ambien high, going through the fridge like a bloody <I>zombie</I>- you ate the whole thing, yeah). I won't even get into the mix and matches possible with this round slice of salvation other than to say it mixes really well with chocolate...once you get past the nausea which lasts a couple of weeks, max.

Doesn't sound too good. I hate nausea and pigging out when I can't remember I did it.

Favorite sleep aids:

Lortab

Percoset

alcoholic beverages.

I do have an over the counter one that I buy in packs of 96 at costco. I have to take something, or there is no way I can sleep. But you knew that, if you see my posting pattern

When I was one of the ones you were calling, I found your disinhibition during such phone calls endearing, and your frankness is always appreciated, with or without the Ambien.

so I could touch on the comforting effects this white knight has on astigmatism and the muscles behind the eyes- or maybe that's just me being stoned. Whatever! Pain sucks, insomnia related to chronic pain isn't funny. I don't question people's claim to pain any longer; my karma ditched me over a dark gulley and I'm a believer now. After that, I wandered around my house for almost a year, going from room to room, up the stairs, down the stairs 20, sometimes 30 times. Took my mind off the pain- and resultant tinnitus. For a year. Lost 20 lbs. I was already thin. Had I known about the different strains of marijuana I'd have called a doctor and gotten some specially grown strain- anything. I was close to that point. Then one day the pain left, almost overnight. Disappeared like a vapor, never to return. After something like this, you get haunted in ways you don't fully get until you have a pain flashback. One day I'll run out of my precious compressed lifeline and that'll be that. I'll move on. Until then, here I am stoned on my beloved Ambien, chatting with another tormented soul. Life is good.

The fray police are out there. (wink)

You were there when he died. You got it about that cat. You got it and I made it through that month. I've been meaning to tell you how significant it was to me having someone descend to hell with.