It is 2:30 a.m. I am exhausted, but my restless leg won’t let me sleep. I’ve done everything I know to settle it down. Nothing works. It’s a no good, horrible, very bad night.
So I figured I may as well get a jumpstart on my blog, because I’m pretty sure I’ll be sleeping when everyone leaves for church in the morning. Well, it IS morning.
Restless is, I understand one of the joys of old age. Drives me crazy. Stretches don’t help. Tonic water, a product called Calm, a couple of topical things I rub into my leg? Not tonight. Usually I hit on the right cure, but not this time. A pinch of salt under the tongue. Walking. Nada.
Tonight, it has traveled to my left leg, too. I’m afraid they’re going to get into a leg wrestling match.
I try to tell myself it could be so much worse. And it could But somehow that brings me very little comfort when I can’t sleep and my legs have a life of their own.
Well. I hope you are all having a better night than I am. I think I’m going to try going back to bed, and maybe have a little talk with Jesus. Maybe He’ll calm the storm in my leg!