I have Restless Leg Syndrome (AKA Ucky Foot). Ucky Foot means that just as I fall asleep I'm jerked wide a wake by the uncontrollable need to move my feet. In fact one of the reasons Hubby and I got a bigger bed was he was tired of me kicking him as I was waking up. The urge to move my legs won't end until I get up and pace the floor (usually at least 500 steps).
For the last few years, taking extra iron pills has been helping keep it under control most nights. It would only bother me a couple of times a month, but recently the iron pills aren't working. Almost every night, just as I am falling wonderfully asleep, just as I doze off and the urge to move my feet strikes me and I kick myself awake. The stupid thing is I will invariable lie in bed, debating with myself whether or not I really need to get up and pace. It's stupid, because the urge never-ever-ever goes away unless I get up and walk. Eventually I get up and pace and count steps.
This morning, I realized there is dang little room to pace in the cabin. After all it will be filled with beds and guys. (Now doesn't that sound cool--I'll be in a small cabin filled with guys!) It would if they weren't all related to me either by birth or marriage. And I Boy-A weren't a newly minted teen-ager who thinks I am too dumb for words.
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