Once in a blue moon I take medication for spasms in my back. I don't like taking it — the pills make me sleepy and sluggish, but it certainly does get rid of the pain. I just become a zombie until it wears off.

So when I decided to take a muscle relaxer for my back a few nights ago, I prepared myself accordingly: I finished my work, did the dishes, and then dressed in comfy pajamas because I knew it was only a matter of time until I would be in dreamland.

I was in bed and half-conscious when my husband lay down to sleep. He tried snuggling with me, and I told him that I was really out of it because of the medicine and that it wouldn't be long before I would be asleep. He sighed and stared at me.... Obviously, he had come to bed with something specific in mind.

So there I was, drugged up and with a bum back, and apparently that's pretty hot to him. I now know this was a mistake, but I said, "Look, if you want to have sex go ahead, but I'm just going to lay here because I'm really out of it and my back hurts."

Yep, he did.

It was one of the most bizarre moments of our marriage. He was having sex with me, but I was essentially nothing more than a ragdoll. The whole time I was thinking to myself, "Is he seriously having sex with me right now?!" I didn't think he would take me up on the offer, but I guess it's my own fault for offering.

When he was finished with me he rolled over and went to sleep, and I cried. I haven't taken a muscle relaxer since.