DRUGS R BAD
Last year someone in Mysore gave me some Ambien to take on the plane home.
"You'll sleep all the way to Amsterdam," she said.
I was skeptical -- I don't take sleep aids -- but took half of one anyway.
I slept through the in-flight movies.
I slept through the meals.
At no point did my legs become restless.
Nor did I feel the need to shift in my seat.
I awakened refreshed in Amsterdam.
So refreshed in fact that when I learned my connecting flight to Chicago had not only been delayed but no longer existed, I was able to deal with it. Like an adult, even.
I've not taken Ambien since - even though I'm a disturbed sleeper.
Nonetheless I would like to have some on hand for this trip,.
So I called the doctor's office.
The woman in charge said they could not give a prescription over the phone unless I'd been there in the past three months.
I said I'd been there recently and asked her to look it up.
Turns out I was right.
I asked again if they'd phone it in.
She would not budge; I had to spend $50 on an office visit or go without.
I started to feel like an addict needing a fix.
I called Dreyfus to vent.
While talking, it occurred to me that there may have been some left over from last year.
I tore the place apart.
After some time I found something curious inside a pillbox tucked into an obscure cabinet; two white pills twisted inside a plastic bag.
Enough to get me to India!