As I remember it I woke up today already flying through the air off the bed and toward the floor. I’m not totally sure if the yelping had begun when my eyes opened. If not, yelping wasn’t more than a few milliseconds away.
I reached down toward my calf, the source of my pain. It felt like a steel brick, rock hard and protruding from the back of my leg. Massaging hurt. Not massaging hurt too.
Too melodramatic? Maybe. Let’s just characterize the pain as “cruel” and be done with it.
I don’t get cramps often. This was a doozy.
Helaine was down the hall in the shower. The radio was on. She was oblivious to my plight.
I remained prone trying to figure out what to do until the hurt began to subside. Now, nearly four hours later, I’m hobbling around like Walter Brennan on “The Real McCoys.”
I know–all men are babies. We complain too much. I’m just calling this one as I saw it.
So, how was your day?