I have had trouble sleeping for a long time. I fluctuate between not being able to fall asleep, to not being able to stay asleep to waking up early. The worst is when I'm dealing with all three at the same time. Last night, after having woken up super early that day and maybe, maybe getting somewhere around 5 hours of sleep the night before, I took xanax.
The plus side about this is that the last time I actually had to take xanax for an anxiety attack was in January. Now? Now I mainly use it once or twice a month when I really, really feel the need for a super long, super dead-like night of sleep.
I arrived home from my last local munch last night and decided it would be a good idea to drug-2-sleep. The munch was a lot of fun. And my super-sekrit secondary munch was even better. I invite a select group of people to go get ice cream after the actual munch. I always make the invitations personally, and it's always kept very quiet. I passed on the invite-torch to a friend who I think will continue the tradition of exclusivity to awesome folks. Apparently, I've left my very own legend, but that is neither here nor there.
I called Phil when I got home and we chatted for a while. And I was expressing my happiness over the fact that I so rarely take xanax now. Then I believe I mumbled something along the lines of, "Yeah, it's like you're my own personal xanax. Your pores leak a similar chemical compound. So when I need to relax or go to sleep, I just lick your armpit."
He laughed, and said he was my own prescription. I asked who had prescribed it. His response?
Dr. FeelGood, of course.