Sweet Dreams

To quote Curly, "nyuck, nyuck, nyuck!"  Sweet Dreams in my world is simply, well, a sweet dream.  I have nights where I sleep one hour.  Or three hours.  Or no hours.  A good night's sleep means five, six hours.  And I live with someone who sleeps regularly.  Falls asleep as soon as he's down (although I've actually witnessed this man sleep while standing) and sleeps all through the night.  And to compound my sleep troubles, I have to allow him to sleep because he's still bringing home food money.  We have to eat, so he really must sleep. 
 I always gently slip out of bed and go to another room and entertain myself with quiet amusements.  Did you ever receive a knitted gift from me?  I promise it was done in the middle of the night.  Did you ever talk to me on Facebook in the middle of the night?  Yeah, well I cut that out a while back because I stopped making a lick of sense (you really didn't need to wash your jeans in Summer's Eve douche to soften them).  These days (nights) I'm  quietly watching TCM, reading, and still knitting because the huzbin needs his sleep.  And I stay out of trouble - somewhat.   I will soon be visiting a sleep doctor.  I reeeely hope he has a magic potion because I need one.  And not Ambien.  I've had friends sleepwalk while using Ambien.  Like sleepwalk 45 miles away in the car and have no memory of driving.  And no Benedryl.  I have RLS and Benedryl makes me run about 20 miles in the bed when I take Benedryl.   I've tried everything that could possibly work (within my berserk medical problems) and nuttin works.  Oh, this is not a new problem.  I've not been sleeping for over ten years.  Think of the brain power I've not been able to unleash.  Think of the ideas that are begging to surface!  Think of the creativity that could unfold!!!  My life will be changed as soon as I visit the sleep doc!!  I know I'll be a very improved version of myself!  I just know someday, I'm going to get 7-8 hours of restful sleep!  Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck....