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The Happy Somnambulist

My mother complained of sleeplessness and obsessing in the night, so the doctor recommended taking Paxil, an antidepressant.  After two weeks on the med, she started to smile as beautifully as a boddhisattva.  "My body aches have disappeared," she declared.  This was the good news.  The bad news: she began talking or shouting while napping or sleeping.  Worse news: Mom has taken up sleepwalking.  (She’s perfectly lucid when awake, and has far better memory than I do.)

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My mother came to my bedroom door two nights ago, around 4 A.M., and called out, “Oh, where are you?” in Mandarin Chinese.  Then she searched for me in the bathroom and took fright a the hairy legs of Dad who was sitting on the toilet.  By this time, I was on my feet and knew she had turned somnambulist.  I found her in the dark, headed for the kitchen.  When I gave her tight hug, she awakened.

She confessed that one night, she dreamed guests had arrived, got out of bed, turned on the light in the dining area, opened the cabinet and took out a pair of antique Chinese silver spoons, two pairs of sliver-tipped ivory chopsticks, some paper napkins and wandered back into her bedroom, whereupon she set them down on the bed and discovered there were no guests.

I’m beginning to worry she’s going to wander out of the house in the dark. Should I lock the front door from the inside?  (An old boyfriend, when he was a tot, would sleep walk all the way to his grandmother’s house, or he would get up and pee on the television set.


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Drugs are dangerous and

Drugs are dangerous and useful--both.  My mother tells of the story where her friend took an Ambien before flying.  On the plane, she thought she'd fallen asleep, but really, she'd talked to the people next to her the entire time, ate their entire box of Sees chocolate, and then moved to another seat to talk to a stranger for the rest of the flight.

She felt wonderful and relaxed upon arrival but full of chocolate.  Surprise!

I'm glad she's feeling relaxed, but keep the front door locked.


Jessica Barksdale Inclan www.jessicabarksdaleinclan.com

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I on some eye meds, which have caused my red, white cells and platelet to fall.  I'm exhausted.  I am off of it for a while and will have to get a battery of tests tomorrow.

Too funny about your mom and Ambien.  That's amazing that she was asleep all the time.  I hope she didn't give any secrets away.

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If you ask me, that was just

If you ask me, that was just a lame excuse to steal someone's chocolates!

 "Honestly, your honor....I was on Ambien!"


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is strange, period.  Apparently I did it often as a small child.  My mother would find me sleeping all over the house.  Often in the drapes.  Then I stopped doing it, with perhaps 1 or 2 relapses that I know of.  I think it runs in families but skips generations. Not that you should consider that an informed opinion.

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Please don't do any sleep-riding in the rain.

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Sleep walking can be dangerous...

My youngest is a sleep walker/talker. After I found her standing at the front door trying to turn the door handle, I knew we'd have to put an extra lock (high up) on the front door.

I've been hoping she'll grow out of it. :)