ABC Good Morning America reported this morning that Tiger Woods may have been on Ambien the night/morning of his accident. That would explain it all. Well, not exactly "all". It wouldn't explain any possible mistresses but what it would explain is the odd behavior the night of the accident, especially the "in and out of conscientiousness." I've seen someone on Ambien and it's not good. Someone on Ambien could potentially do ANYTHING and not remember it when they wake up the next day. I know one person who downloaded ringtones to her cell phone after taking it and when her phone rang that tone the next day said, "where did that ringtone come from?" I know someone else who does crazy stuff at night. She has gone into her kitchen in the morning and said, "how did all this stuff get moved around? It's wasn't like that when I went to bed." Another ended up in the hospital with heart-attack-type symptoms that mysteriously disappeared when Ambien was discontinued.
Any sleeping pill that causes blackouts like that can't exactly be real good. If someone is downloading ringtones or rearranging a kitchen, is that really "good" sleep? If I were to take it, my fear would be that I would drive my car and wake up hundreds of miles from my house. Could that be why Tiger left the house? Ambien? If he's smart, it will be his story!
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Showing posts with label Tiger Woods accident. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tiger Woods accident. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tiger Woods Accident
In all seriousness, Tiger Woods and his family are entitled to privacy. Tiger is an amazing athlete, a class act, and worthy of respect. He's entitled to make a mistake just like the rest of us. No matter what really happened Black Friday AM, it's really none of our business. Of course, that won't stop our curiosity....
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Woods Accident
Back several years ago, there was an accident right down the road from my house. My husband and I heard screeching and something just didn't sound right. We ran down the road to see if everyone was okay. We didn't grab a driver, putter or a pitching wedge, nor did we go back to our house to get one.
My husband and I are trying to figure how this accident played out....
You hear an accident at the end of your driveway and a voice (possibly your husband) calling "help". You instinctively know to grab a golf club from your garage, run down to the accident and break the back window to get him out. You pull a six foot man from the front driver's seat over the back seat and out the back window of an Escalade.
OR...you hear the accident, run out, check the Escalade doors. They won't open. You run back to the house, grab that putter that's in the umbrella stand (instead of the spare key that is hanging right next to the putter), run back and break the back window of the Escalade. You climb in, unlock the driver's door and pull him out.
OR...at 2:30 in the morning you are practicing your putting because your husband is a much better golfer than you. You hear a crash, run (you just happen to have that putter in hand) break the window so you can get the person out of the vehicle and onto the ground.
OR...you are having a fight with your husband at 2:30 in the morning after a few Thanksgiving cocktails. He jumps in his car, speeds out in his SUV crashing into a tree and a fire hydrant while you are chasing him with a golf club. At this point, you say, "oh crap, this is serious, he needs help" and break the back window. Or you maybe say "you rat b****rd!!!" and break the window.
No matter which way it plays out...the back window gets broken. We can't wait to hear what really happened.
My husband and I are trying to figure how this accident played out....
You hear an accident at the end of your driveway and a voice (possibly your husband) calling "help". You instinctively know to grab a golf club from your garage, run down to the accident and break the back window to get him out. You pull a six foot man from the front driver's seat over the back seat and out the back window of an Escalade.
OR...you hear the accident, run out, check the Escalade doors. They won't open. You run back to the house, grab that putter that's in the umbrella stand (instead of the spare key that is hanging right next to the putter), run back and break the back window of the Escalade. You climb in, unlock the driver's door and pull him out.
OR...at 2:30 in the morning you are practicing your putting because your husband is a much better golfer than you. You hear a crash, run (you just happen to have that putter in hand) break the window so you can get the person out of the vehicle and onto the ground.
OR...you are having a fight with your husband at 2:30 in the morning after a few Thanksgiving cocktails. He jumps in his car, speeds out in his SUV crashing into a tree and a fire hydrant while you are chasing him with a golf club. At this point, you say, "oh crap, this is serious, he needs help" and break the back window. Or you maybe say "you rat b****rd!!!" and break the window.
No matter which way it plays out...the back window gets broken. We can't wait to hear what really happened.
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