IN$OMNIA AND THE PSYCHEDELIC AMBIEN FREAKOUT
An Eight-Part Blogumentary by Seth Garland
“The company still has to pay for the ambulance ride, even if you don’t go to the hospital, you know,” she said. The director of our call center stood by me as I lay in the surprisingly comfy gurney. She looked at me as if she was waiting for a response.
“Anything for a day off,” I said.
It’s a good thing the company was picking up the tab, too. If I had to pay out-of-pocket for that little five-minute trip to the Adventist hospital from my work in Littleton, I’d have coughed up nearly $500. I wasn’t the one who called the ambulance, so why should I have to pay anyway?
She might have been concerned and may have been trying to get me to go to the hospital out of genuine concern, but what I heard it in my fuzzy state was “Your insubordinate blackout is costing this company money.”
This was June 19th of this year. I had just celebrated my 31st birthday, and apart from struggling with the acceptance of my middle ages, things were going pretty well for me. Unfortunately, a decent quality of life doesn’t necessarily equate to a good night’s sleep. Without a good night’s sleep once in a while, you’re much more likely to find yourself waking up in strange places. So continued my long struggles with insomnia, and the fruitless quest for the elusive eight hours.
“Anything for a day off,” I said.
It’s a good thing the company was picking up the tab, too. If I had to pay out-of-pocket for that little five-minute trip to the Adventist hospital from my work in Littleton, I’d have coughed up nearly $500. I wasn’t the one who called the ambulance, so why should I have to pay anyway?
She might have been concerned and may have been trying to get me to go to the hospital out of genuine concern, but what I heard it in my fuzzy state was “Your insubordinate blackout is costing this company money.”
This was June 19th of this year. I had just celebrated my 31st birthday, and apart from struggling with the acceptance of my middle ages, things were going pretty well for me. Unfortunately, a decent quality of life doesn’t necessarily equate to a good night’s sleep. Without a good night’s sleep once in a while, you’re much more likely to find yourself waking up in strange places. So continued my long struggles with insomnia, and the fruitless quest for the elusive eight hours.
