Last night was apparently the second time Ambien has caused the same strange symptoms for me: somnambulism (“sleep walking”) and amnesia of the night. While uncommon, they’re fairly well-documented and not necessarily life-threatening side-effects in themselves. I’m not particularly concerned learning that it causes these side-effects for me, but my mother has been acting like it’s some kind of emergency.
She looked up my medications online for interactions (something I do every time my medications change anyway) and seeing the potential interaction warnings worked herself nearly into a panic, telling me, “I don’t think you should be taking Ambien anymore!” It frustrates me that even at 28, she feels the need to essentially baby me and monitor every little aspect of my life. I can understand her concern and worry, but I could really do without the chastising tone of voice she gets when she’s stressed or frustrated.
“I know, I asked Dr. M about that, and she said since my dose of mirtazapine (Remeron) was so low, she said it was okay,” I explained after my mom pointed out the ominous looking “HIGH RISK” warning of an interaction between mirtazapine and duloxetine (Cymbalta).
That didn’t seem to ease her worries at all, and she insisted I was practically moments away of slipping into a coma.
I wanted to ask her sarcastically, “Where’s your M.D.?” but I didn’t. Is this something to mention to my psychiatrist at my next appointment? Definitely. Is it cause for alarm? For the most part, I don’t really feel it is.
But then, me and pharmaceuticals have had an unsteady relationship, with two suicide attempts by intentional overdose. Interestingly, in the case of the second attempt (quetiapine / Seroquel), I didn’t even recall intentionally overdosing; it wasn’t until I returned home from the hospital and talked with one of my friends that she informed me I had been talking with her the night before and threatened to overdose. So, I can understand my mom’s concern.
In other news, I gave my 2 weeks notice to the H.R. manager on Wednesday. She said she wanted it in writing, so I took some scrap paper and wrote it down for her, but I’m not sure if she mentioned it to anyone else. Since I was closing Wednesday night, I was too busy and never found a great time to tell my chef, so I put it off. I’m going to have to tell her next time I see her. Of course, I still have bills to pay, but just I don’t think I can deal with the stress in the culinary industry.
Besides, I have a new career plan. Well, old career plan. Err—Old career plan that’s new again? Anyway, I went to talk to someone who works for the career resource program for the county today, and she mentioned I may be able to get state or federal assistance for technical certificate programs. I’m going back to computer programming. I’m determined to go back to school and finish my degree. And in the mean time, I’ll be looking for a low-stress job, so hopefully I won’t be without an income for too long.