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    Seems like from some of the posts on here that there are quite a few of us on here who take Ambien to help us sleep. Anybody have any good stories of weird stuff that happens if you don't go right to sleep?

    Here's mine: About a year ago I was taking Ambien pretty regularly but I wouldn't go right to sleep after taking it. Well I didn't crap for like 2 weeks and I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't eating any differently or anything. Then one day I went down to the basement because I blew a fuse and I found about ten mounds of crap on the floor. Turns out I had been crapping down in the basement and didn't even know it! Weird stuff huh?

    Anyone else?

  • #2
    wow

    just wow...I can hardly imagine a topper to that, and sadly I know I am wrong

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    • #3
      Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

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      • #4
        I wanna get some of that ****. Not sure if my doc would give it to me though.

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        • #5
          Interesting. That will be a hard one to beat.

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          • #6
            Originally posted by TwinCitiesBronco View Post
            Seems like from some of the posts on here that there are quite a few of us on here who take Ambien to help us sleep. Anybody have any good stories of weird stuff that happens if you don't go right to sleep?

            Here's mine: About a year ago I was taking Ambien pretty regularly but I wouldn't go right to sleep after taking it. Well I didn't crap for like 2 weeks and I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't eating any differently or anything. Then one day I went down to the basement because I blew a fuse and I found about ten mounds of crap on the floor. Turns out I had been crapping down in the basement and didn't even know it! Weird stuff huh?

            Anyone else?

            Note to self: keep TP in the basement if I ever start taking ambien.

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            • #7
              Dude you can't ask for other stories when none of them will compare to that. Jesus Christ I have heard of eating and not knowing it but damn ****ting in the basement is a new one!

              I used to take Ambien when I worked overnights. The only story I have is don't drink a beer or 2 and then take your ambien the results are not good. But nothing like crapping in the basement!

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              • #8
                Originally posted by TwinCitiesBronco View Post
                Seems like from some of the posts on here that there are quite a few of us on here who take Ambien to help us sleep. Anybody have any good stories of weird stuff that happens if you don't go right to sleep?

                Here's mine: About a year ago I was taking Ambien pretty regularly but I wouldn't go right to sleep after taking it. Well I didn't crap for like 2 weeks and I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't eating any differently or anything. Then one day I went down to the basement because I blew a fuse and I found about ten mounds of crap on the floor. Turns out I had been crapping down in the basement and didn't even know it! Weird stuff huh?

                Anyone else?
                You win.
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                • #9
                  And people wonder why I am against prescription medication.

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                  • #10
                    We were WAY ahead of the curve on the Ambien sleep stuff ... this story should probably take the cake:


                    My buddy, I'll call him Jack (cause that's his name), we shared a big house in Playa del Rey with a prissy 55 y.o Cuban guy in 2001-02. This guy, I'll call him 'Ariel' (cause that's his name), was a Castro refugee as a teen, still had a thick Cuban accent. He was a fidgety little fussbudget, quite prone to drama. He took this new drug Ambien to sleep ... and he kept leaving messes, like half-eaten TV dinners on the table with the microwave door open in the middle of the night, and not remember having done it. Once a mess stayed there maybe a day and-a-half when, in a real snit, he accused Jack of it, and told him to clean it up. Well we figured out pretty quick that the Ambien was causing his sleep-eating and memory dropouts.

                    One night, Ariel he comes into the living room like a zombie and MAKES A PASS AT JACK! Ariel had been married and always seemed to appreciate women, so this came as a big shock to us. So, we confronted Ariel about it - nicely - the next day. After we pieced together a strong case including the sleep-eating, he gave in and apologized. He told us that in Cuba, married men are very often gay (however that works, I don't even want to know).

                    So Jack, being a serious practical joker and thinking he deserved a kind of payback for the messes, the accusations, and the pass, concocted a plan.

                    The three of us went shopping sometimes on weekends, and occassionally ate at the Boston Market restaurant (Sepulveda and Manchester, few blocks north of LAX for LA people), and we noticed that a neighbor of ours was the manager of the place. Marty was a nice guy, and we became friends with him, Jack and I did anyway. He'd come over and watch football (even though he was a Chargers fan ). Sometimes he dropped by free meals and stuff for Jack and I ... but that left Ariel feeling slighted. He began to be afraid of Marty, and fret to us, "Marty doesn't like me! He never gives me free food!" Marty would tell us how Ariel would come into the restaurant and act strange - "your friend comes into the restaurant and he just stands there like he's waiting for something." Anyway, Ariel started honestly disliking and actually becoming comically AFRAID of Marty. It got so bad, the little fussbudget would look out the window and watch for him to come home ..."There he is! There he is!" When Marty would come over, Ariel would peek through the window, "here he comes! here he comes!" and when he knocked, "IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM!" as he ran into his room or out the backdoor to sneak off or drive away ... (guy was a scream, really).


                    This is long I know, but bear with me:

                    One warm night shortly thereafter, when we knew Ariel had been without his Ambien for a few days before finally filling a new prescription - ensuring an especially deep sleep with no eating spells. We kept him up til after midnight - kept talking to him - to further ensure a deep sleep. We set our alarm for 6 a.m. and sprang into action. We gently picked up Ariel in his blankets and carried him outside and two doors down and gently laid him into the bed of Marty's small pickup truck, and put some blankets over him. Ambien had him dead to the world ... out like a LIGHT! TOTALLY out!

                    Then, we get into Jack's car across the street with a camera, and wait for Marty to go to work at 7. Finally Marty comes out, and he doesn't even see Ariel! He starts up the truck and DRIVES AWAY!!! It was about two or three miles to work, so we followed them laughing SO HARD we could barely breathe... finally Ariels' stupid little head pops up and he looks around !! Marty sees him in the mirror and stops the truck as he's pulling into the big parking lot .... he pulls in maybe 50 feet into the lot, leaves the engine and gets out, and starts talking to Ariel - I WAS LAUGHING HARDER THAN I HAD EVER LAUGHED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! Marty didn't seem angry or anything, but Ariel was shaking like a twig. Ariel crawled/stumbled backward in the truck bed as Marty casually extends his hand to help him get out!!! We're sucking for air as we can't even breathe .... Ariel half falls outta the truck bed, and crawls away with blankets falling off him ... he stumbles and finally ROLLS AWAY from Marty. Marty watches him stumble away for a second, then kinda threw up his hands, got back in the truck and drove the last 100 feet to work.

                    Ariel goes stumbling across the Ralphs parking dragging two blankets ... until we finally pull up beside him. THE POOR BASTARD WAS SOBBING!!



                    I can barely type I'm lkaughing so hard....

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                    • #11
                      Nope that doesnt beat ****ting in your basement for 2 weeks.

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                      • #12
                        Okay ... hardest I ever laughed in my life, though, works for me.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by BroncoBuff View Post
                          Okay ... hardest I ever laughed in my life, though, works for me.
                          Really? I think you just like gay cubans.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by BroncoBuff View Post
                            Okay ... hardest I ever laughed in my life, though, works for me.
                            That was a good one. And I've heard that about Cubans.

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                            • #15
                              Congressman Patrick Kennedy: crashed into a barricade at the capitol building in downtown DC at 3am. Took an ambien the night before, at the time of the accident told the police he had to go to work and had an important vote. Didn't remember any of it the next day.

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