Ouch!

The insomnia has reached a critical point with me where I am just turning into a nightmare. My kids hide when they see me coming. I am really NOT enjoying life. Today I asked one of my staff members, Hugues, about this Haitian sleeping medicine he's bought on the street before. (That's not actually as bad as it sounds, many things are bought on the street.) I asked him to PLEASE go buy me some because I wasn't sleeping and I was willing to try anything. He refused saying it was very bad and made you feel drunk and stupid for 3 days. (Which made me believe maybe it IS as bad as it sounds.)

So Nick and I went to the pharmacy. They had a sleeping pill there but you need a prescription. It was 4:30 in the afternoon, all the doctors offices are closed, and with the evening approaching and the thought of another sleepless night ahead of me starting to overwhelm me, I was desperate. I begged. I pleaded. Just ONE. "I will go to the doctor tomorrow and get a script. Please, I haven't slept." Nope. Tears in my eyes I walked out mumbling something like, "Thanks for nothing..." (Hey, I told you I'm becoming a nightmare.)

So I am driving down the road, kind of blubbering a bit, telling Nick, "I am sorry I am so tired and I am so sorry. I know I am a wretch."

Nick, thinking he was being compassionate, was quick to contribute, "Oh honey. You're just tired. You've had a rough few days. You're not a wretch. The way you act doesn't determine who you are."

"Ouch." I said outloud the very second he realized what he said and the word, "Crap" emerged from his mouth.

Dokte Teresa saved the day once again with something or other. I will let you know if it works tonight. If it doesn't, I am GOING to find some of the Haitian street sleep meds tomorrow. :)