Sure you have. The night before last, I had a doozy. Honestly, while I didn't cry aloud, I'm amazed 710 didn't wake up from my squirming and trying to stifle a slight sob.
It was one of those cramps that had three waves. You think you're through the worst of it, and find out your dead wong.
Anyhoo......it happened at 01:18, I swear it lasted two hours, but it was like eight minutes. Still - a LONG eight (that's what she said!). I had to get up to stretch afterwards - and pee. Not necessarily in that order.
As cramps go, it was one of the more painful ones. But I finally got back to bed and Soph came up to comfort me.
Eventually I got to sleep, but it was now way late and I was up way early.
So I'm tired. Beat.
It's not much of a post, but it's all I got. Off to bed.
Song by: LCD Soundsystems
6 comments:
I used to be a regular sufferer of night cramp in the calf, always during sleep, maybe a couple of times a year [I believe it's what some Americans call 'Charley Horse'?] For some reason haven't had a re-occurrence for at least 10 years now, maybe even 20, possibly as a chance beneficial side-effect from my taking medications for high blood pressure and diabetes type 2.
I'm ever so thankful for its disappearance because, if we're talking about the same thing, I know just how it feels to have such an 'attack' - the most unbearable pain I've ever known or can even imagine. The term 'night cramps' gives no indication of the acute severity of the experience. I dreaded like nothing else those times when I could feel it coming on, knowing there was no way I could stop it - and then, inevitably, the acute agony convulsing my entire body, finding it near impossible not to cry out, begging for release. If there'd been the means at hand to end it all I'd likely have done it. And then the long, slow descent from that sharp peak, the profuse sweating all over, heart beating so loud I could practically hear it - and the initial slow, painful attempt to get up and try to take that first step. Yes, I know just what you've been through, and wouldn't wish it on anyone [well, maybe other than BLOTUS and his worshippers].
May you never have another 'visitation' of this indescribable living torture - or, at the least, have a very long remission from it as I've luckily had. I'm sure Sophie and Shep concur.
Quinine! Or a bar of soap under the sheet at the end of the bed. Don’t ask why.
Never apologize for a post with one good catch phrase, “But it was a long 8 she said” , that will make me laugh all day and probably use it several times. Sorry for your pain, sleep better! Don’t Drop the Soap!
Ouch, I have thrashed around so much, I woke someone up.
yep, I have had those, in the upper thigh. those things are a BITCH to work off!
Frequently one of us wakes with whoop! and spring out of bed and walking around stomping the offending foot to stop the pain.
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