The other night I took my medicine before bed, just like always, but for some reason the Ambien kicked in, but didn't cause me to fall directly asleep. I was whining about wanting something to eat. Eddie said I was acting just like I was "snockered." He said I was begging him just like a little kid to get up and make me some graham crackers and cream cheese, yeccchh! I've never eaten that in my life and don't think that would be very tasty mixed together. He said he kissed me and tried to distract me with romance, but I was not to be distracted. He then said that if he got up and started making them, I would be asleep by the time he came back to bed and told me to just, "Go to sleep." I then started begging him to at least bring me some Cheerios. He got up and brought a box to me, but they were stale. I told him there was a new box on top of the fridge, not opened, and he very sweetly got up again and brought me the new box. He said I was eating them, but some were rolling out of my hand onto the bed and he laughingly suggested that I should stop. Trying to get him to hush, I shoved a few of them in his mouth, while he was talking and he had a hard time to keep from laughing in my face. I finally had eaten enough and I pushed the box at him and proceeded to roll over and start snoring (very femininely, no doubt). He told me about it when we woke up, but I only vaguely remember some of it. I know my stomach felt full the next morning. Since I have had GBS surgery, I don't think this is a good thing. I told him he had permission to turn me down flat if I did this sort of thing again and he should try and keep me from eating when I am in an altered state of mind. Not to mention, what about all those stray Cheerios in the bed.
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