Thursday evening I had a hard time getting to sleep. Usually, for the past couple years anyway, I pretty much fall asleep within an hour of hitting the pillow.
Nothing new on my mind, nothing new to be stressing over. Feeling okay health-wise...except for allergies (which I haven't been bothered with since 2008...until this summer). But this particular evening I tossed & turned. I also had a persistent little cough. You know the kind... like something is tickling the back of your throat. Just that barely there.. cough cough. I went into the living room with a cough drop as I didn't wait to wake the Hubby (poor thing rarely sleeps well & I certainly didn't want to be a culprit that kept him up). I laid trying to sleep, finally, once I got that cough quieted. I returned to bed. And went to sleep.
I tried massaging it, slapping it around, begging it. Eventually I started getting some control and soon enough it was functioning normally.
But, seriously? What the heck?
I have always had some circulation problems. My legs would get that tingling "falling asleep" problem and not function well. Arms and hands too. For as long as I can remember.
On occasion, my leg will give out from under me. I've had some painful and some embarrassing moments. It always frightens me but I have been living with it for as long as I can remember.
A couple years back this was happening a lot more frequently, especially with my hands and arms. I went through some testing at the hospital (I was sure I had Restless Leg Syndrome). That was ruled out as well as anything "major". But I never got an answer as to what was going on. We kind of dropped it once we realized it wasn't anything major.
But, now, after Friday morning's incident. I am concerned. Is this getting old? Is this going to continue to get worse? Is this going to affect my walking, driving and daily functioning?
It was a tiny tiny window into my friends with Multiple Sclerosis and other muscular diseases daily living. Not being able to use your limbs or control them. To lose something we take for granted so easily. I don't even "think" about movement.. I just do it. To lose movement, it would be so imprisoning and frightful.
My adoring Doctor has recent moved far away to begin a new wonderful journey. I am in the process of setting up a new Doctor's care and doing the transfer stuff. I have been so Blessed that our "old" Family Physician was also one of Hubby's best friends. He knew us better than any other Doctor possibly could. Maybe new Doctor will have some fresh perspective of what is happening to my aging and changing body. Or maybe, she will think I am a hypochondriac. Either way, eventually I will have to bring it up. Oh well... it can wait, for now.