One day recently I woke up to find that I had apparently eaten about half a pizza in my sleep. The positive side to that was that it was a vegan pizza–yay!–with lots of veggies and a thin crust. But it was disturbing.
Two days ago I woke up to find that I had eaten a piece of cake and about 9 cookies in my sleep. There was no positive side to that, trust me.
Today I called my husband, and mentioned that we hadn’t talked yesterday. But apparently we did. He said he called around 9:30 and we had a conversation. I was asleep. I have absolutely no recollection of it.
I’ve already been a little freaked about the whole sleep-eating thing, but the fact that I could carry on a whole conversation and not remember it was even more disturbing. It’s got me wondering who else I sleep-talked-to, or im’d. What else have I eaten without knowing it? So I googled Ambien. Guess what the “rare” side effects are?
Sleep-eating. Violence while asleep. That rung a bell–Joe complained one night that I was punching him in my sleep. I just figured I’d been having a bad dream. Sleep-walking. Sleep-talking. And sleep-driving.
Okay. I’d already planned on quitting taking the Ambien. I picked Friday as the target day, because that gives me Saturday and Sunday to be a zombie if I don’t get any sleep. But now I’m scared to take it even tonight–what if I get up, look for cookies, and decide to go to the grocery store and get some, all while I’m asleep? I can’t hide my keys from myself, because I’m alone. And I can’t give them to Lolo to keep for me tonight, because she isn’t at work this afternoon.
I called my doctor’s office and am waiting for a call-back.
And no, I’m not planning on getting cookies just in case. I really don’t want them. That’s why there were still that many cookies left. They just weren’t all that. Neither was the piece of cake, that I took one tiny bite of, and then shut back up. I’m into eating healthy and feeling good, not eating junk and feeling rotten.