Get off my cloud

So I decided to take a couple of my new pills late afternoon after picking them up from the pharmacy. I figured that if I tried them out too late in the day I'd only go to sleep and never really know what they could do other than make me pass out. Had a nice bottle of trusty vodka waiting for me in the fridge too.

 

So, I remember swallowing two at once, thinking I didn't want to go too mad, especially as I didn't have too many. About an hour later I just felt a bit giggly, so I necked another and had some more vodka. And that's the last thing I remember. Next thing I know it's Saturday lunch time and I awoke, as usual, in my bed, feeling pretty fine. At first I didn't think anything untoward, after all it certainly wasn't the first time I'd woken up in my bed without any memory of the previous night. I just figured I'd gotten drowsy and passed out, managing to get myself to my bed BUT when I dragged myself into the kitchen I noticed the blister pack that had once housed the 14 pills I'd been prescribed now held NO pills. A little bit concerned I then noticed the empty vodka bottle by the bin which meant I would have had a fair bit to drink, except that that wasn't the half of it as in the fridge was ANOTHER bottle of vodka, with about a third of it gone.

 

Now I KNOW I didn't have any more booze in the flat because as a serious drinker you always know where all the booze is, it doesn't just drop off the radar. This means that I somehow managed to leave the flat, go to the shops and BUY some more vodka, although goodness only knows what kind of state I was in. How I even got served I have no idea.

 

This means I took FOURTEEN times the maximum dose of Zopiclone along with the best part of a whole bottle of vodka and yet I don't feel rough or wrong, I just don't remember a thing.

 

The ubiquitous forgotten text messages were there too. I always make a point of checking my inbox and sent items after a night I don't remember, so as to try and piece together my actions, or at least reassure myself that I haven't done anything too stupid. It would seem that I messaged a handful of people requesting drugs, some of whom I really shouldn't have asked, but it doesn't seem any real harm was done.

 

The real big concern is how I can be so unaware of myself that I can neck a whole blister pack of sleeping tablets in an evening. Was I really high and enjoying myself, looking to keep the buzz alive or was my subconscious trying to kill me? I genuinely have no idea but it's probably best if I don't ask the doctor for anymore.

 

 

***Update***

Further to this post I have subsequently discovered that during the same missing period I got a takeaway pizza from a place that doesn't deliver (so I must have gone out and ordered it somehow) AND my parents thanked me for booking them a test drive at a local Audi garage where the salesman had all the details of their old car to part exchange. Why would I do that? How would I do that?