Holy cramp!

Two nights ago, I went to bed at my usual indecent hour and willed myself into dreamland, only to be awoken at o-dark-thirty with a magnificent (not in a good way), huge cramp in my left calf. Now mind you, I have done nothing extraordinary to warrant such enthusiasm from my leg. No hiking or marathon shopping at the mall, let alone actual regular exercise on the treadmill in my basement intended for such a purpose. So I am writhing in pain, which miraculously wakes my husband (who can sleep through just about anything, for example, children vomitting or crying hysterically) and he offers to rub it. I thought that was good idea until the second he touched it. After about a minute of excruciating pain, the cramp subsided into barely tolerable pain, and eventually I fell back to sleep. In what seemed like a few seconds, it was morning and time to attend to the children and do the mommy thing. The muscle was still incredibly tight. It took at least an hour to get to the point where I could straighten my leg all the way. And it continued to be sore throughout the day.

I recount this unhappy anecdote as a possible explanation for my crappy mood today. My leg still hurts and I am seriously sleep deprived, because I didn't get to bed early last night and it doesn't appear that I will be able to tonight either. You might wonder why, since I am finished with the bulk of the coursework for this summer's classes. But alas, I have put too many other things off in the process. "I'll do it in August" has been my mantra for the past 10 weeks, and it is catching up to me. So much for a few weeks of relaxation before classes resume.