Seroquel

She was prescribed Seroquel to help her sleep at night. I gave her one at about 8:30 last night (pharmacist said to do it when the sun goes down), and by 9:00, she hit the couch. Sweet! I thought. Maybe she will actually sleep tonight.

At about midnight, I heard her get up and use the restroom, and when I went to check on her, she'd put her night clothes on and tucked herself into bed. Konked out snoring. Excellent.

I got up at 8:00 and found part of a cork in the sink, and the bottle opener with the rest of the cork nearby. Uh-oh. I went on a Wine Hunt and found a bottle in the fridge. Where she got that bottle, I do not know. Amazing that she can't remember what year it is, but remembers where she stashes her wine (which I have YET to find).

She's not supposed to be drinking at all, but especially not since she's on a sleeping med. I dumped out about half the bottle and put it back in the fridge. Maybe the alcohol will rinse down the gobs of funk I put down the drain yesterday.

It's 11:00 am and she's still sleeping. 14 hours and counting. I can hear her snoring in the next room, so I know she's getting some much-needed sleep.

Update: she slept until 12:30pm. Doc's going to give her something else. I found a large, empty wine bottle in her bathroom (different than the one that had been opened). Neat.