Due to 1) my last minute decision to add a second spaghetti dish to last night's linguine with clams 2) needing to have Will's dinner ready by 6 in order for him to make his shift at the hospital and 3) my insistence that a friend who showed up at dinnertime eat with us, I forgot to take my evening meds. The critical one being the nortriptyline I take for migraine prophylaxis (isn't that a fun word?--sounds like a Jewish custom, but means preventative). It is one of those medications whose dosage must be increased or decreased gradually--no sudden starts or stops. It is supposed to be taken at bedtime because one of the side effects is drowsiness. I take it at dinnertime because taking it before bedtime makes me have nightmares. That warning is listed in the section below Unusual and Rare reactions, the section that says--Connie Lamb Only: nightmares.
Usually I can tell when I miss a dose because I am not sleepy at my usual bedtime. Last night I was so post-prandially pooped that I fell asleep anyway, but my eyelids sproinged open at 3:30 and my brain didn't figure out the problem for another hour. That caused an unwelcome, three hour siest-a-resistance. Normally, I pray (I also pray abnormally) when that happens, but even my long prayer list got depleted before I got drowsy.
However, there are blessings even in insomnia. For instance, it gave me an opportunity to appreciate our cozy couch, the warmth of the gas fireplace, my spacious home, not to mention 24/7 intimate access to the Creator of the universe. Eventually I did fall asleep, but resting in God bests sleeping in bed anytime.
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