I came off some strong prescription pain killers on Monday. On Tuesday I ate nothing (well had half a tea cake), sneaked a painkiller and had a 'couple of glasses' of wine. Went to bed at 3am and from 5am vomited every couple of hours.
Tried half a sandwich at midday~ that came up pretty soon. Continued throwing up the water and lucozade until 11pm.
Could not sleep that night as had the cold-shivery sweats.
Spent Wednesday sweating and shivering in bed, ate nothing ~ grabbed a couple of hours of sleep when the 'prickling' stopped.
Went to work Thursday and nearly fainted in the kitchen.
Decided I needed sleep.
Thursday night Son had a friend staying. I felt much better and had a couple of beers to 'encourage sleep'. Went to bed leaving Man, Son and Friend up. Could not sleep.
3am Man came to bed. Son and Friend went to bed. I asked for the music to be turned down. They did so. I could still hear it. 4am I knocked on door and asked again. They denied it. Anyway... By 6am, after numberous intrusions I was shouting and swearing and offering all sorts of punishments. They still denied playing music but I 'knew' they were. Did not sleep atall.
Got to work at 9, went into the kitchen to find microwave singing 'Chatanuga Choochoo' (it also sings 'My Way') and realised I may be going a little crazy!
So I've had 4 hours sleep in 3 days and coming off a drug.
At the moment I'm hearing "Oh Pretty Baby" eminating from my son's room.
Frankly it's scaring the hell out of me ~ and Man, Son and Friend. I have apologised for my behaviour and they are understanding but worried.
Has anyone else experienced this, and how long does it last? I can't take much more Frank Sinatra
Tried half a sandwich at midday~ that came up pretty soon. Continued throwing up the water and lucozade until 11pm.
Could not sleep that night as had the cold-shivery sweats.
Spent Wednesday sweating and shivering in bed, ate nothing ~ grabbed a couple of hours of sleep when the 'prickling' stopped.
Went to work Thursday and nearly fainted in the kitchen.
Decided I needed sleep.
Thursday night Son had a friend staying. I felt much better and had a couple of beers to 'encourage sleep'. Went to bed leaving Man, Son and Friend up. Could not sleep.
3am Man came to bed. Son and Friend went to bed. I asked for the music to be turned down. They did so. I could still hear it. 4am I knocked on door and asked again. They denied it. Anyway... By 6am, after numberous intrusions I was shouting and swearing and offering all sorts of punishments. They still denied playing music but I 'knew' they were. Did not sleep atall.
Got to work at 9, went into the kitchen to find microwave singing 'Chatanuga Choochoo' (it also sings 'My Way') and realised I may be going a little crazy!
So I've had 4 hours sleep in 3 days and coming off a drug.
At the moment I'm hearing "Oh Pretty Baby" eminating from my son's room.
Frankly it's scaring the hell out of me ~ and Man, Son and Friend. I have apologised for my behaviour and they are understanding but worried.
Has anyone else experienced this, and how long does it last? I can't take much more Frank Sinatra
Having seen that clip I am inspired to watch the whole film again ~ love it. Also loved Conan the Barbarian last night 
"Go Arnie" 
Like I have trouble getting to sleep because of these really vivid images that go racing through my head.
