Saturday night, about five minutes before midnight, I extracted the little blue-green tablet from the card, and began my first test of Belsomra (suvorexant).
- 12:00: A book at bedtime.
- 12:15: A couple of yawns; I abandoned the book and turned off the light.
- 1:45: Still awake, and barely even drowsy.
- 2:15: Got up and cranked up the computer.
- 4:00: Went back to bed.
- 4:45: Last time I remember seeing the clock before sunrise.
- 7:20: Sunrise.
- 7:25: Discovered I’d pitched a pillow onto the floor.
- 8:30: Actually got around to retrieving the pillow.
- 10:55: Crawled out of bed.
Obviously I did get some small quantity of sleep, with various interruptions, out of this deal, but its onset was so long delayed from the time the pill was taken that I question whether it contributed anything.
Dosage: 10 mg. The prescribing information contains enough Scary Stuff to suggest that 10 would have been a heck of a lot safer than 20.
I will try again next weekend, perhaps on Friday night. I am not, however, particularly hopeful. The Holy Grail of sleep tabs — works in 15 minutes, disappears completely in six hours — has yet to be approached, let alone found. I will say this: it’s a wholly different dream function. Instead of the bad urban-fantasy stuff I find with Ambien, I got a bad memoir. Not really an improvement, but perhaps less frightening.