You know, the word “apocalyptic” gets thrown around so casually these days, by IRS agents and youth soccer coaches. But it’s not until you’ve come to wakefulness five or six times in one night, each time realizing that not only are you in excruciating pain, but you’re also apparently in the process of kicking your bedmate to death, that you understand the true meaning of the word. Apparently, the Bible didn’t get Revelations quite right. The jerk that opened the seventh seal let out FIVE horsemen, the fifth being nighttime leg cramps.
They’ve been getting more frequent for some time now, but recently they’ve become more intense. Like they won’t let GO. I have to spring out of bed and run around the room two or three times before the muscles unclench. That’s big fun at 2:51 in the AM. And 3:16, and 4:27 and 5:03, and …
This is all probably why I’ve been craving avocados lately, as Patrick C. points out. I think it’s time for the old banana before bedtime washed down with a glass of orange juice a baked potato and some guacamole trick. That and also some down on my knees gettin’ right with Jesus. Because Jesus died to save me from leg cramps, and apparently he’s fallen asleep at the switch.





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