It's been a week since I woke up with a pesky sore throat and had a sinking feeling that I would be unable to stop the after-effects of this on my already inflamed joints and muscles.
Unfortunately, I was correct. So while the sore throat was gone in about two days, the damage had alredy been done.
And continues to be done.
Last night I dutifully consumed my Tylenol PM and went to bed at 12:30. An hour later I was awake. My legs, which usually torment me before I go to sleep, woke me up with restlessness and the intense need to move them. Just.move.them. But the feeling migrated to my shoulders, arms, neck and back.
From there, my body contorted itself into the fetal position, not of my own choosing. Repeatedly, again and again. Contract. Release. Contract. Release.
I thought about calling my mom. I was starting to feel desperate and didn't know what to do.
Instead, I contracted and released. Breathed. Contracted and released.
Finally, I fell asleep, exhausted. If I ever were to run a marathon, that is how I would imagine myself to feel.
Today has been difficult but managable. I took a 2-hour nap on the couch while the Cowboys tried to defend themselves against the Packers. But I woke up to my legs contracting ... and moving.
For that reason, I'm dreading tonight.
But praying.
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