December 9, 2008
I really wish the night dance I was talking about was the Zumba (Latin dance workout) class that my Dear One and I did this evening. We have faithfully been working out for a couple of months now and Zumba, spinning class, instructor led free weight classes, and the general machines have all become familiar to us. We are really enjoying the increased vitality and stamina from working out three times a week.
Unfortunately, tonight’s dance is not of any benefit except to my blog.
I’m talking about Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS). I am out of bed for the second time since about 10 p.m. because my legs won’t stop torturing me. I got up the first time and read for about 45 minutes, hoping my medication, which I took later than usual, would kick in.
It didn’t. I climbed back in bed and was out again after about 15 minutes. The legs just won’t stop. I took more meds.
If you don’t have it, it is hard to understand. People describe the sensation a lot of different ways. Mostly, it is so unique, that it is hard to accurately compare to sensations that others know. Many people describe it as a creepy-crawly feeling. TV commercial for the drug manufacturers usually show phantom ants crawling. Strange, I thought that was the DT’s! For me, it seems like a symphony that you just begin to hear, it builds, and BAM! The cymbals go off.
Only the cymbals are my legs. They jerk and must move. Sometimes one jerk at a time. Other times very spastically. The building sensation is torturous. Not painful specifically, just an exquisite torture that forces me out of bed and into a standing position or a pacing mode. Other than medications, it is the only thing that relieves it. There just is no going to sleep when it is bad.
And tonight, it is bad.
For example, I am not sitting to type this. It’s not possible. I put my computer up on my high counter and stand here while I type, sometimes swaying my weight from side-to-side. It keeps the sensations at bay. Most of the time. I’m waiting for the extra meds to kick in.
At first, I thought it was bad because I took my medicine late, too close to bedtime. Then, as I lay in bed trying every conceivable position to fool my legs into stopping, I remembered.
I did this to myself.
This morning at our Monday ladies’ Bible Study, I had a cup of coffee along with the tenth chapter of St. John. The meds would cover me, I reasoned. I had work to do today and needed to be alert. Blah, blah, blah. All the reasons for imbibing caffeine don’t make a lot of sense right now. Caffeine, as you may have guessed by now is an antagonist to RLS.
So now, as I joked this morning, I am paying the price. I know better, but I did it anyway. A trade-off for today’s productivity. One that is really going to mess with tomorrow’s.
We all do things we know we shouldn’t. Not necessarily sin-related things either. Just things we know aren’t good for us, things that we shouldn’t choose, things that we shouldn’t say, but we do it anyway. The difference in my example is that I get some pretty fast turn around on the consequences. I’ll say one thing. I won’t be drinking any caffeinated beverages tomorrow. Right back on the wagon for me!
Now, I’m not asking for true confessions in your comments, but perhaps this hits home with you in some way. Be as transparent or opaque as you want. And ditch the guilt. Just get back on the wagon with me!
For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.