I have gotten in the habit of taking Ambien for sleep. Well, not so great. But it is what it is. About two weeks ago I upped the dose from 10 mg to 15 mg. I know, also not so good. So I ran out of Ambien.
I really thought I had more on the way, but checking with the pharmacy, no, it would be a while. About 10 days after I was out. I began cutting back with what was left, and spoke to the pharmacist, trying to convince her to send those pills NOW! "Well, why are you out?" I admitted to taking extra on a few difficult days. "Why don't you ask the doctor to increase your dose to 15 mg a day and then we can send a new prescription right away." Well, he wasn't going to do that, but I spoke to his nurse anyway. She sounded very doubtful.
So the bitter end had come and I was out of Ambien. Brace yourself. I went to the mailbox. Before I opened it I prayed for Ambien. There was no Ambien.
Fine. I was looking for a letter that fell under and shelf later today, and what did I see? A bottle of Ambien. This seemed curious. I checked when it was filled. 2021. Strange. A whole unopened bottle of Ambien. That's a relief.
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