I took Ambien ONE time...and vowed to never do it again! (Let me just say that I do not have a perscription for it--my father did at the time. I had gone through a 3 day stint without sleeping because of several days of on again/off again migraines and he gave me one.)
Let me just reitterate...NEVER AGAIN. About 15 min after taking it, I was laying in bed, on the verge of being knocked out and remember thinking, "I feel funny." So I tried to life my head up...and couldn't! I honestly could not pick it up off the pillow...so then I panicked, and suddenly, for some reason, I thought that all of these people on bicycles tied together were chasing me. About that time, my husband rolled over and put his arm around me and from what I've been told, I started hitting him and yelling, "Get them away from me!" The next thing I knew, it was morning.
I called my dad and said, "What...in the h***...did you give me!?"
He took it for years and would do all kinds of crazy stuff. One night he'd taken it, was already in bed and mom and I were outside talking. Suddenly, he comes out of the house, yells at us, jumps in his car (a brand new Jag, mind you) and takes off, running over the curb and over a bush in the process. Comes back home about 2 min later, gets out of the car and into the bed without saying a word. To this day, he refuses to believe that he ever did that.
He also dumped a whole bottle of bath gel in the whirlpool tub one night.
