Bing Crosby sang this song that I loved when I was growing up. These are the first few lines:
“When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings”
Sorry, Bing. I have absolutely no interest in counting blessings or sheep. I’m completely exhausted and sleep deprived and I am not going to fall asleep counting either. And when I’m low on sleep, I also feel rather low on blessings.
So instead, I think I will count Ativan.