I'm shouting from the rooftops!

Well, not really. I'm quietly sipping my coffee trying not to type too loudly. But still, in my head there's some major revelry going on. I SLEPT ALL NIGHT LONG. Most people probably don't realize what a big deal that is for me lately, but let me tell you... it's HUGE (said in the voice of the Scottish dad - aka Mike Myers - from So I Married An Axe Murderer. Anyone?).

I finally cracked and went to see a doctor about my life-sucking insomnia yesterday. He was a new (to me) doctor, referred from my best in all the land OB/GYN. Once there, in his 400 year old office, I was kicking myself for not checking into him further. Evidently, my OB must have been caught in some sort of compromising position. I was the only one in the waiting room and had to listen, at length, to the receptionist (who I later found out was also a nurse) loudly get cranky on the phone with some poor soul who couldn't locate whoever or whatever she was looking for. In her defense, she had some sort of elephantitis going on with her legs which I'm sure would make anybody cranky in general. Although if I were in her position, I would strongly consider PANTS.

After getting my vitals checked in the smaller waiting room/exam room, the other nurse left and began talking to the doctor right outside the door in hushed tones. I heard every word, I couldn't help it. For TWENTY MINUTES. I wanted to clear my throat or slam something around impatiently, but it was seriously good entertainment and I don't get out enough. If those two aren't already having an affair, it's bound to be any minute. She was not too obviously semi-slamming his wife and he was sort of agreeing using a very low, soothing voice, it was all very inappropriateISH. Why didn't I slam something around?! Am I party to this?

When he came in he used the low, soothing voice with me. Maybe that's just his style. Then he started telling me I reminded him of his wife and I thought uhhhh, 1) should I be flattered? Insulted?, 2) does the nurse hate me?, 3) how did I get into this twilight zone? and 4) let's move along now to your handy little prescription pad.

Long story to say I adore a drug induced coma. Say what you will about medicated sleep, it's still SLEEP, glorious SLEEP. My kids and I thank the low-talking doctor, who shall henceforth be known as Dr. Feel Good. Uhhh, actually, scratch that.