Do Not Mix With Alcohol

Who ever really pays attention to that warning anyway? I never did, until today.

With the amazing amount of prescription medication I am on to handle my Bipolar II condition and the fact I have sleep apnea, many phobias and anxiety it’s surprising I can function at the high level I do.

Here we are today, falling asleep while driving long distances. Oh, yes it is bad. I have what I like to call “micro sleeps” on a three lane highway in traffic. My doctor says to pull over, but it won’t make any difference. After all I do have to get home eventually.   It is pretty scary. I spend a trip slapping my face, shaking my head, windows open, tapping my leg, singing or talking to myself. Nothing works. So I decided it must be part of my sleeping disorder, sleep apnea.

I thought I had fixed it with a cpap machine, but I couldn’t “tolerate” it. That is the medical terminology. They couldn’t find a mask small enough to seal to my face. The mask would “blow out” during the night and wake me up. Constantly, all night long. The next thing was a mouth guard. This was no piece of plastic found on the internet for snoring, mine is truly bionic. It fits really well and should for the price of a small car.

I went back to a sleep specialist to see if there is anything I can do with this new phenomenon of falling asleep while driving (if truth be told I can fall asleep almost anywhere at any time). He suggested a sleep study, but in the meantime he would give me a prescription for a medicine to take before driving long distances. The first time I took it in the morning and I was up until 1am. I broke it in half the next time and it worked wonderfully. Now today I took it in the morning and made it to my sister’s, about an hour away. I’ve used about 6 tablets in the last three months so I figured I knew how it worked. What I didn’t calculate into the equation was a visit to my ailing mother (a story for later) and when I got to my sister’s I needed a glass of wine. I had one at about 2:30 and ended up not being able to drive home until around 6:30!

My sister said I was just freaking myself out, but the alcohol hit me hard! After two glasses of water and two cups of coffee I managed to get my wits about me and drive home. It turned out I was just fine, Ellen was right; I had been freaking myself out.

I wondered how I would begin to explain my situation if I got pulled over. I was not drunk or under the influence of any kind. Is being paranoid a ticketable offense?

Blizzard Conditions

Ever ended up in a ditch during a blizzard?  I did.

That would’ve been enough for one weekend I think, but oh no, it didn’t begin there.  Being forced into a ditch was only the middle of the trip from hell.  I’ve had some pretty bad days in my life as you can imagine and this was one of my worst.

Let me start at the beginning with driving in freezing fog.  I had the defrost on full blast to help keep the windshield from completely freezing over.

Next there was the aforementioned blizzard.  Snow packed roads and two accidents.

I finally got off the highway only to experience near white out conditions. That is when a Subaru came hurling towards me spinning out of control and forced me into a ditch. I held it together for long enough to call AAA, but after that it was not a pretty sight.  I called John and burst into tears.  I had done everything right the whole trip, I had been so strong and careful, but a sympathetic voice broke through the dam.

I sat there for about 20 minutes until miraculously a man that owned a ranch down the road drove his tractor to me and pulled my car out!  Seriously this happened! Surely my luck had turned.

I took off again, this time the weather slowly got better.  All I had to deal with were a few white out ground blizzards because of the 50 mph wind gusts.  No problem.

I arrived at my destination, found the place easily and pulled in.  I took a couple of deep breaths and reflected just how strong I was during that ordeal.  I had gone through hell and managed to make it out the other side.

Feeling triumphant, although a little shaky, I opened the car door. The wind caught it and it hit the car beside me.

Cool Assurance

I was driving 20 mpg  in a school zone outside of the local high school . Two girls, without looking, just walked into the street and in front of my car.

Braking, I said out loud, “Now that takes confidence!”

At first I was annoyed at the arrogance, but the more I thought it turned into envy.  I would love to have that kind of confidence  to walk across the road without feeling I may be flattened by the first car that the driver’s eyes were off the road reaching into their purse for a chapstick.