My husband roofied me!
So let me fill you in on our little trip… A grand total of 43 hours in our truck.
I had a total of seven hours of sleep in the three days before we left and was feeling pretty off. Major panic attack territory. My husband had gotten four hours of sleep and went to work. I called him at like, 2:30 and asked if we could just go since sleep was not going to happen.
We got all packed up and ready to go and for the first of EIGHT times, I lost my AirPods. I finally gave up but found them 18 hours later… in my purse(?) I always take multiple earbuds and headphones so it was all good.
At around 9 hours I fell asleep for an hour. Two hours later we stopped to sleep for 90 minutes.
We checked into the hotel around 12:00. Went to lunch in the hotel and went back up to the room. I took a HOT shower because right before we left I jumped up from my desk chair, tripped on my pant leg and went horizontal. Every bone in my body felt like I’d been hit by a truck. My knee cap slid off!!! I had Black bruises! Laid down on the bed and crashed! We got up and went to dinner then lounged around the lobby people watching as guests came from some kind of French party. Saw a straight up hooker and her bits and pieces. Could have lived without that.
Next morning… I could not wake up! Talked on the phone to an old friend who lives near Denver for two hours and went to the airport.
You know that was a clusterfuck because of construction. Paid $100 for two small burgers and fries and $22 for a screwdriver!!! wtf!? For what it’s worth, it did kick my ass. Paid $35 for parking at the airport of despair.
Crashed that night. So grateful for sleep finally!!
Headed out to Columbine high school. Most depressing, heavy atmosphere.
We took too much time there. We were going to go to the Aurora, Colorado movie theater. Where there was a mass shooting as well but we needed to get up to the Stanley.
Omg!!! The beauty. I cannot express the magnitude of being in the Rocky Mountains. The air was so crisp. Stunning. I’m so in love! My daughter is moving to Colorado and we immediately decided that the joy we felt in that state was something we haven’t felt in years! Certainly NOT in Texas ( well, Flag is nice but can’t compare) or Texas. Land of fucking idiots. We will be moving. Hopefully soon… I mean, we’re only two months into our lease so it’s going to be a bit so we’re gonna go back a couple of times. Maybe Christmas???😊😆🎄😍
Anyway, on the Stanley tour the guide asked a paranormal question. Hard to explain but I know all about this. I waited until he’d asked twice and then I raised my hand and taught the tour about this concept called The Stone Tape Theory and took questions about that. I’m sooo shy but if I do say so, I rocked that and felt pretty damn proud of myself!!!!
Now we get to what you’re looking for… I take meds at night to help with sleep, staying asleep and nightmares. I decided that I wasn’t going to take anything since we wanted to leave pretty early. I didn’t sleep even a wink. Panic attack. I nearly woke up my husband to see if he just wanted to head out at like 3am. Didn’t do that.
While I was showering my husband got my medication ready. I also take supplements and probiotics…. He hands me the meds, I take them and we head out…. We stop at this really cool family owned diner. I’m feeling a little off, I’m thinking I’m gonna need a nap already, but, I hadn’t slept the night before so that weird…. I open the truck door and step out quickly. It’s too tall for me so I kind have to slide out. As soon as I stood straight up my vision started closing in, which means fainting is coming. I leaned into the truck thinking that I needed to pull myself together. That didn’t work super well but we went in and I ordered a latte ASAP. I don’t drink caffeine so on the occasion that I do it affects me like cocaine. Just try and stop me from talking, I dare you. It seemed like it was definitely a time for caffeine. We eat, caffeine does nothing, I just can’t fully function. I go to use the restroom before we left and because I was basically a wet ball of dough my husband walked me to it. I opened the door and woke up on the floor. I was on my hands and knees in a black concrete floor and had ZERO idea where I was. This diner is VERY small like max 30 people so everyone sees my husband run into the bathroom and there was quite a ruckus. EMBARRASSING!!! He gets me up and pours me into the truck with some help from friendly strangers who were insisting that we call an ambulance. I faint occasionally so my first response is “ no! This is a thing. I’ll be good” but I don’t feel like I was actually being assuring…
When I’m all buckled up and high as a fucking kite my husband looks through my meds and he’s all…. “ You know how the calcium looks like your sleeping medication? Well, um, I tripled your sleeping medicine…”
I mumbled “ You roofied me, bitch!” Which at least made him laugh. I put my seat all the way back and went into a coma. Two hours later I wake up as he’s opening the truck door from the OUTSIDE. I mumble…. Need to pee….. He’d already gotten gas, peed, gotten coffee and a snack… all while I’m alone passed out. Could not walk by myself to the bathroom. Got back in the truck and passed out. Three hours later…. Can barely remember my name.
12 hours and I finally know my address.
Guess who didn’t sleep that night? 😆
Have to go…. Song …Love me Anyway by Pink
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