Insomniacs for Sedatives:

I have often heard it said that everyone should stand for something and considering that last night I got a grand total of 3 and a half hours of sleep last night, I propose that people suffering from insomnia should be issued tranquilizers. Not to become dependent on them, but a meter to gauge the amount of sleep that you need.

It would keep you from doing a lot of stupid stuff. We all do stupid things when we’re tired - it might cut down on the amount of dumb things that happen as a result of impaired judgment.

Here is how it would work. Have you ever seen a diabetic’s insulin pack? The “8 Hour Guarantee” (for lack of better names, this will do) would make sure that no matter what you were doing, it would put you to sleep. Of course, it could be reprogrammed to suit your comatose needs. For example, if you wanted to sleep for 10 hours.... or 2 days, you could.

I swear I could make a fortune off of this idea! It may work... however, ethics and the FDA kind of come into play and it may not be the best idea.

Three Hours of Pure Blitz:

Today was my first day back into work after this wisdom tooth extraction ordeal (another blog will outline that wonderful week) and to be honest, I’m not sure how they get by without Jen and I working the file room. For some unknown (unknown to me anyway) reason, Jen wasn’t in today and I was awakened with the forbidden question: “Are you going into work today?”

I hadn’t planned on it. I was out late last night at Ryan’s watching The Family Guy and catching up with my good friend and brother. It was 1 AM before I arrived at the homestead, so I was pretty tired. I wasn’t planning on going into work because I am to have my stitches removed this afternoon from the surgery. So when 9 AM came and the phone rang, I hadn’t the mental capacity to fathom life beyond the dream world.

My job is great and normally low stress. Today was the exact opposite. When I arrived there was a 6 inch stack of reports to file, 2 feet of folders that needed put away, a 4 inch stack of stuff that needed to be scanned, the list of files that needed pulled for the next day, and a good ol’ amount of films from the FPCs that needed to be pulled, written down, and typed into the computer archive.

The priority in the situation was the FPC stuff, so I was able to do that. However, by the time I dug myself out from underneath that, I could have dug a small hole from Mexico to China using a sand shovel and a pair of tweezers. I was able to pull all the new folders for tomorrow and archive the films from the returning patients for comparison with their present study....

I was in there for only 3 hours and it feels like I could understand why most the working-class American males can sits down to a cold one in from of the TV after work.