As I may have mentioned before, i can't sleep in hospitals, especially when I am coughing almost non stop and the staff is attracted to all of this commotion made more entertaining with quips from me channeling William Powell and Shecky Greene. It also helps that my sister, the nurse practitioner, we are so proud, and her husband the doctor, we are blessed, make me almost one of the family. Did I mention the candy and donuts? Every little bit helps.

So last night they forgot to read a key gremlin factor; don't feed the beast, me, Ambien especially if you Have given him a flexoral.

The thing is I hadn't been sleeping. In the last 6 days, maybe, maybe I slept a total of about 6 or 7 hours. Non of this in any thing longer than a nap. I was on the edge, weepy sentimentalist, deep thinker and providing poignant and spot on analysis on any range of subjects.

They decided to give me a Xenix, which I had never taken before. I instantly napped and in one short hour, I felt like Neo when he realized he was the one. It was all in slow motion and nothing anyone could through my way would stop me as I proceeded to tame my wild side with the same goofy calm Neo had as I fought off Mr. Anderson and his cronies to reach ultimate calm.

My problems and fears had been taken in and put under the control of Xenix.

But somewhere, way off to the other side of calm came that Al Pacino voice yelling out Say Hello to my little friend and so Ambien made a fateful appearance.

Suddenly, paranoia burst out of me like an Alien springing from Riley. "Chips, Chips, there are chips, oh there are chips in your head and they will tell you things, convince you that New Gingrich is an intelligent sentient being and you will never know from this point on what is true and what are stings of figments cobbled to together as a supposed reaality...

I tore the pic from my shoulder knowing I could escape if I could just get past the door. The pod in the middle of the circular designed set of rooms was the key. It was late, after 3 or 4 am. I had to make my move.The blood was oozing from the pic hole as i pressed against to window not wanting t draw attention to myself.

And then, I was suddenly back in my bed, deep in sleep.

My knew nick name on the floor; Secret Agent Man.

I am so embarrassed.

My doctor said today in complete deadpan manner, we will try to monitor you more carefully Mr. Green...