Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
Mar. 12th, 2010 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jayfurrWhen I'm actually IN Vermont and sleeping at my house, which isn't often, I'm usually woken up around 5:30 or 6 by rampaging cats, all going "FEED ME NOW". This morning, however, they were beaten to the punch by an agonizing cramp in my right calf. One moment: nothing. Sound asleep. The next moment: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. Fortunately, I know how to recover from one: grab the toes and pull up until the pain stops. (You get trained on this when you get scuba certified because things like that can happen, a result of all the kicking, and you really don't want to be sixty feet deep in the ocean and disabled by pain and unable to work out of the cramp.) But that being said, it's very hard to avoid an instinctive loud "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH" when you're woken from a sound sleep by that sort of thing.
Good thing Carole and I sleep in separate beds. That wasn't always the case. Before we learned our lesson and went our separate ways to sleep, that sort of thing would really annoy her.
I had a leg cramp once, ten years or so ago, in the middle of the night. Visualize her situation: Dead dark night. Not a creature stirring. Then all of a sudden the guy in bed next to you is sitting up grabbing at his leg and shouting "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH". You blearily go "WHAT WHAT WHAT" and all he can do is scrabble at the sheets and keep on going "AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH". NOT conducive to a restful night, that's for sure.
(Carole, to exacerbate things, always wants to know what the problem is, and she wants me to state it calmly and clearly. When I've banged some body part hard enough to cause momentary disorienting pain, it's annoying as hell to have my spouse saying "Calm down! What's the problem? Do I need to get you to the hospital? Did you break something?" It's taken YEARS to get her to realize that the best thing to do is SHUT UP until the pain ebbs enough that I can focus and explain what's going on.)
So thank God this morning I wasn't in the same bed as her, and furthermore, that I knew how to recover from the cramp. I surely wouldn't want to have been in my skin if she'd had to stumble downstairs at 5:55 a.m. to find out why I was loudly doing an imitation of "MAN GETTING LEG CHEWED OFF BY A CAPYBARA".
Damn thing's still sore, too. Argh.
Good thing Carole and I sleep in separate beds. That wasn't always the case. Before we learned our lesson and went our separate ways to sleep, that sort of thing would really annoy her.
I had a leg cramp once, ten years or so ago, in the middle of the night. Visualize her situation: Dead dark night. Not a creature stirring. Then all of a sudden the guy in bed next to you is sitting up grabbing at his leg and shouting "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH". You blearily go "WHAT WHAT WHAT" and all he can do is scrabble at the sheets and keep on going "AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH". NOT conducive to a restful night, that's for sure.
(Carole, to exacerbate things, always wants to know what the problem is, and she wants me to state it calmly and clearly. When I've banged some body part hard enough to cause momentary disorienting pain, it's annoying as hell to have my spouse saying "Calm down! What's the problem? Do I need to get you to the hospital? Did you break something?" It's taken YEARS to get her to realize that the best thing to do is SHUT UP until the pain ebbs enough that I can focus and explain what's going on.)
So thank God this morning I wasn't in the same bed as her, and furthermore, that I knew how to recover from the cramp. I surely wouldn't want to have been in my skin if she'd had to stumble downstairs at 5:55 a.m. to find out why I was loudly doing an imitation of "MAN GETTING LEG CHEWED OFF BY A CAPYBARA".
Damn thing's still sore, too. Argh.
