In an hour it will be midnight. It is not often I am up this late, but I can’t sleep. I’ve tried all the tricks of the trade including a warm glass of milk from the microwave. Maggie keeps traipsing into my computer room with a swagger to check on me. I will then hear her go jump back on the bed in the bedroom after a good ole back scratch. She is like me and we thrive on our routines. She wants me to join her in the bed. She can’t sleep without me.
I’ve been afraid to take too much of my Clonazepam as it messes with my memory. It certainly would put me to sleep, though. Benadryl doesn’t make me sleepy and only makes me want to take more and more.