4 COUNT THEM!!! I know you won't.

 So, I like, finally went to the doctor at the behest (more like "You're going if I have to pop you in the ass with a tranq gun and drag you there. And I'm going in there and telling on you) of Loser. And seems like it was a totally wasted trip BECAUSE......I'm some weird mutant and normal chemical interaction doesn't work on me. At all.

 I was given 1 prescription for sleeping. A low dose "Let's see if this works" sleeping pill. And also a few samples of a sleeping pill that has a very pretty butterfly as it's mascot and I got nothin. 

 I go back in a week later for test results (I have horrid cholesterol problems.) And Mr. Dr. Man asks me how my sleeping is. I tell him to check my chart and make sure he didn't give me tic tacs. So he gives me something else. "This should work".

 No. It doesn't.

 Trip #3. 
 Dr : "Ok, Let's try this. Start with 2 and if that doesn't work, Then just take more."
Me : "How much more? Like, When should I say ' This might kill me.' ?" 
Dr : "Don't worry about that, Just take more until you fall asleep."
Me : *Blink, Blink*

I have to take like, 12 of those things to even yawn. He thinks he's sneaky though. I know one of those pills is an antidepressant. Makes me think Loser ran up there and had a conversation with him before I got there. Trying to get me on happy pills and make me sleep at the same time. I'm on to them. They can't fool me.


 Now between softball, baseball and trying to have a quasi normal sleep schedule, I feel my body fighting back intensely. It doesn't like me at all. And it damn sure doesn't like the fact that I'm trying to force it into submission.

 I'm hard headed like that. I keep telling myself that I'm going to win. I know better, But I still say it. Have to keep your chin up. Blah Blah Blah.

I'm going to continue to be inappropriate with my kids. Continue to drive my husband bonkers (That's what I do) And just generally be sort of myself. Mask and everything.

 Guess I should try the Dr 1 more time and see if he has any experimental drugs that could possibly put me down for a good 8-9 hours. Desperation is starting to sink in. I just want a good freakin nights sleep. I also would love for someone with the last name Joseph to name their kid "Jesus Marion".