Why do I feel so TIRED this afternoon? Gee? Could it be the combination of horrible leg cramps, weird dreams, talking and lashing out in my sleep? Christ! I think I get more exercise when I’m supposed to be sleeping than I do during the friggin’ DAY!!!
And then, there's the fact that I can't even escape the wingnuts in dreamland!!!
Mostly the leg cramps come in my right calf. But last night, my left calf and both feet decided they wanted in on the action. And my hands. But the cramps in the right calf were the worst. (Even now as I sit here typing this, I can feel my calves, twitching and mocking me.) Almost every time I rolled over or tried to move my blankets last night, the evil calf would ball up — not so much in the BACK of the leg, mind you... but right there in the FRONT causing a big muscle knot just to the outside of my shin bone. My feet, when THEY cramp, feel like they are birds’ feet trying to hold on to a tree limb. And it doesn’t feel good. Not at all.
Then, there’s the bizarre, vivid dreaming that comes along with Parkinson’s disease.
For instance, for a goodly part of the night I was working at a Naval Hospital (I used to be a hospital corpsman many years ago) and we were preparing for a presidential visit. I remarked that it was weird to see so many people there on a Sunday just to clean the place and joked that I remembered it was like that in the Navy when an Admiral was planning a visit — like the old boy would faint if he saw a scuffmark on the floor.
The president came through in a limo, smiling and waving, and a bunch of protestors had somehow gotten on the roof of the hospital and — like they were hooting at a bad guy at a wrestling match — started screaming, "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"
We on the ground responded by pointing at the protesters and hollering, "YOU suck! YOU suck! YOU suck!"
And I thrust an indignant index finger and them and hollered, "If you don’t like who the voters chose, then LEAVE THE COUNTRY..."
And that’s when I realized I was pointing at my wife in the twin bed next to mine, telling her to leave the country. She says she didn’t hear me. She’s still here, after all. At any rate, I can’t see her going into exile just because I said so.
Fun days. Better nights. You BETCHA! THANK you, Dr. Parkinson!