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Dear Prudence:

I did something recently that concerns me on many levels. I am under a large amount of stress because I’m in an unhappy marriage (which we’re trying to work out) and because my company laid me off. I am under treatment for depression. A week ago, my doctor doubled the dosage of my antidepressant and, because I’m not sleeping well, he prescribed Ambien. On Saturday morning, I confused the vials and took two Ambien.

I told my wife what happened and that I would probably sleep all day and went to bed. At around 10 p.m., my wife commented on how productive I had been: mowing the lawn, cleaning up, grocery shopping. I remembered none of this and said so. She said her only concern was that I left for “errands” and returned two hours later with nothing in hand. I talked to my doctor Monday, and he told me Ambien can cause amnesia and that some people have reported walking, driving, and cooking in their sleep.

I know now what filled the missing two hours. This afternoon, I got a call from a woman who called me “lover” and asked when I wanted to come back. She called me her f–k buddy. This is a woman I had talked to only twice before in social situations. I do not even know where she lives; maybe I phoned her for directions. I do find her attractive, but I am stunned that I did something like this. My wife is vindictive, and if I say anything to her, it will end our marriage. I do not want to continue a relationship with the other woman.

Well, I guess it’s original.

Part of Prudence’s solution made me chuckle:

Don’t ask for details—you want to preserve your amnesiac deniability. And since you don’t know what you did, you’re hardly in a position to confess anything to your wife. From now on, when you have trouble drifting off, forget the Ambien and brew yourself a nice cup of chamomile tea.

Too funny.

Via the CreoleInDC blog.


I can’t tell you how thoroughly disgusted I was when I found out that the woman who gave birth to eight babies, already had six children. Children, that her parents were already looking after. Also she was on welfare, and could barely afford to raise the kids she already had.

It is unclear how Ms Suleman’s family will be able to help care for them, given that they recently filed for bankruptcy and abandoned their home. It was revealed yesterday that Ms Suleman had previously received about $165,000 (€127,000) in disability payments between 2002 and 2008.

She has insisted that she will not take government welfare. “I know I’ll be able to afford them when I’m done with my schooling,” Ms Suleman said.

It was confirmed that Ms Suleman had hired a publicist and was reportedly seeking up to $2m for her story.

She’s gonna need every penny of that $2m to look after all those children.

Talk about beyond selfish. She also admitted to breaking infertility treatment rules by having six embryos implanted in her womb. You’d think that the doctor would have at least known better.

I was also equally shocked to find out that her first six kids were all conceived through fertility treatment. So no father in the picture, and she still decides to go for broke again.

What the hell is wrong with some people?

Listen, I understand the desperate desire to have a child, but surely after the first six, she should have been satisfied? And even if she does want ten million kids, shouldn’t she able to at least be able to provide for them?

Toilet Tales…

Saturday, March 15, 2008
Posted in: nowt as queer as folk


Didja hear about the woman who was stuck on her toilet seat for two years?

“Authorities are considering charges in the bizarre case of a woman who sat on her boyfriend’s toilet for two years — so long that her body was stuck to the seat by the time the boyfriend finally called police.

Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said it appeared the 35-year-old Ness City woman’s skin had grown around the seat. She initially refused emergency medical services but was finally convinced by responders and her boyfriend that she needed to be checked out at a hospital.

Talk about fishy. The Boyfriend definitely has a lot of questions to answer methinks.

Urrgghh, the thought of my arse actually being stuck to a toilet seat makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Via Keishon’s blog