This morning wasn’t one of my greater days. I got up, thoughts swirling in my head, and went to take my morning vitamins. It’s the first thing I do after my feet hit the ground.
Except… I opened the wrong cabinet.
That Time I Took A Sleeping Pill Instead Of My Vitamins…
Let me repeat that: I opened the wrong cabinet.
Now, at this moment I’m operating 100% on auto-pilot.
What do I do when I open this particular cabinet once a day?
I take my sleeping pill.
So that’s what I did.
At seven o’ clock in the morning.
I realized my mistake as soon as I swallowed.
What do I do?
I had this loop of Michael Westin from Burn Notice stuck on loop in my head. He takes some pills, then yacks them up in a trash can as part of a cover story.
Should I do that? I mean… I needed to write. To create books. And yet…I’m one of those people that if a hurl, you might as well count me out of life for the next 24 hours. I do not barf well. I’m a whimpering mess no matter if up-chucking is good for me or not.
In the end I figured, I can just counter-act the pill with caffine right? It’s not like I take prescription sleeping meds. It’s just over the counter pills, and I only take half a dose to make my brain shut off long enough for me to pass out. I can totally do this!
Half an hour later I’m standing in the doorway from our living room to the den where my boyfriend works. He glances at me and does a double-take.
You see, apparently when I take sleeping meds it totally nullifies my neck muscles. So I’m standing there, probably in one of my LuLaRoe Carly dresses that look a bit like a stylish moomoo anyway, with my head resting on my shoulder.
Staring at him.
Not even really doing anything.
Because he’s pretty cute and I probably went in there with something resembling purpose but lost it shambling down the hall.
I survived my day, but I wouldn’t call it productive.
Lesson learned, put the vitamins across the kitchen from the sleeping pills!