My cramp came roaring back at 2am this morning.
Jesus, it was painful. I thought someone must have snuck into the house and
taken a baseball bat to the side of my shin. Either that or my calf muscle had
decided to start a fight with my fibula.
I suppose I can put it down to the cycling. Having
been sat at a desk for the best part of two weeks, with barely a walk between
work hours, I stupidly got lost last night and ended up biking for about two
and a half hours. I guess that shit catches up with you.
I’m starting to think this nocturnal cramp might be
a recurring thing that I just have to live with and deal with. I’ve had years
of being plagued with insomnia, now I have something else to make me dread the
midnight hours. Poor me, eh? Occasionally feeling uncomfortable in my lovely
big bed with the comfy mattress and the gorgeous wife beside me and the perfect
son laying in his nearby bed. Poor me…
RC 21-5-20
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