I made it to church today, at least to Sacrament Meeting.
I have a hard time with church during the summer, well, a harder time. The schedule flips around, so rather than having sacrament first, Relief Society is first, and sacrament is last.
It’s a lot easier for me to go if I know I can slip out after Sacrament and not attend the other meetings, than just coming at the proper time for sacrament.
Our meetings are combined with two other wards, also, so there were a LOT of people there. I don’t do well with a lot of people. I kept reminding myself that I was in the very best place, doing the very best thing to combat my agoraphobia.
Yes, it’s 2:30.
I actually went to sleep at a decent time, then woke up when both dogs, having been “mysteriously” forced off the bed by someone who is an active sleeper (whoops) started barking at me to let them back on the bed.
I then decided that I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, because of the heartburn, and the runny nose, and the general lack of sleepiness.
That’s okay, I’m a hypochondriac, and have the medicine collection to prove it.
Now, even though I’m a hypochondriac, I don’t like taking any more medicine than I strictly have to(hence my problem “forgetting” to take my anti-depressant). So, zantac (or the generic version thereof) for the heartburn. I’ve known for a while that most sleeping pills contain the same medicine as benadryl (or the generic version thereof) so I compared labels, to figure out if I wanted to take an allergy pill or a sleeping pill. This is what I discovered:
Okay, it’s hard to see, but they contain the exact same amount of the exact same medicine.
Wal-Mart, I’m feeling ripped off.
Granted I don’t really know why, I doubt I paid more than $3 for either bottle of pills, and they each came with 100 capsules.
Just to make things absolutely clear as to the label for both of those bottles:
For the record, the sleeping pills won, just because they’re smaller. And now I’m sitting here with the jingle from the Friskies commercial where you get a cat’s eye view of a catnip trip stuck in my head (you know the one) waiting for it to kick in enough that I can go back to sleep.