oh dear. maybe when you’re less frazzled re-read your post and try and find a way to laugh at the situation, cos it is pretty funny really -when its not happening to you. poor wife- sounds like her heart was definately in the right place, at least.
poor you as well! i used to live halfway up a highrise building, and the fire alarm (this insanely loud hardwired screeching thing that reverbarated a big hollow echo in your head and chest- just incase you were deaf) would ALWAYS go off at about 3am on sunday mornings (after a total muppet -probably the same one each week- had tried to make a post-party fried breakfast and then fallen asleep, no doubt) and following our being forcedly awakened the next step was to haul your bedraggled semi-clad arse down about 20 flights of a concrete stairwell- hoping not to burst into flames at any moment. the only consolation really was that if you were quick enough getting downstairs and dodging through the automatic sprinkler system which made lovely fountains and grassy muddy puddles around the building, you got to see some sexy firemen jump out of big trucks with flashing lights, go strolling in the building, ascertain that there was no fire, then rapidly stroll out again and leave. so yep. i can relate. maybe you’d feel better if some dishy firefighters with huge yellow hoses and helmets had woken you up? maybe next time the wife could arrange that. 
you know that simple and obvious thing- thats a dangerous expectation you have there- trust me, you’re gonna get nothing but consistantly disapointed by it. you’d be frightened by how many peoples next thought following ‘thats really quite loud, i wish i could make it so that it wasn’t!’ is ‘i’ll block the noises access to my ears somehow’ and not ‘i wonder how to turn it off?’. oh yeah- and don’t even think about getting a job in the retail sector, cos your head will rapidly explode.
the ADHD and Depression drugs- i think they are used together quite often, just that you have to be careful to get the balance right or you could risk seratonin syndrome and/or having too much dopamine and norepineprine flying about in there. which it appears from googling wouldn’t be ideal by any stretch of the imagination. hmmm. maybe this is a question for Dr J (and whenever i see ‘DR J’ written down i hear ‘it’s Run DMC and Jam Master Jay!’ in my head. argh. different person, jen. Dr J, not Master Jay. no jam, no running).
anyway yes- DR J. question- you think? how do we get that happening? ok everyone: jump up and down and wave your arms to get his attention right…….. NOW! 