"Can I rub it?" she says. I didn't answer that question immediately because I had to survey the entire situation. Here I am jumping around, cussing, trying to stomp my foot flat.... so yeah I guess you could rub it. I yell back. "No, no, no, no... it isn't worth it... save yourself!" (I don't know why I said that. Its a leg cramp, not a missile strike.) The wife then looks at me like, "What the fuck did you just say?" which further convolutes the situation.
Now I am pacing back and forth and the cramp seems to be going away. I stop and rotate my foot clockwise and the cramp kicks back in, only for a second to remind me how dire this middle of the night leg cramp bullshit really is. I realize that I am breathing again, so that's good. With each breath I calm down a little further.
The wife is already back to sleep, apparently over my little dog and pony show. I decide to give it a shot and lie down again. As I lay down, I begin to think about a belief I have. "Everything happens for a reason." What is the reason for a leg cramp in the middle of the night? To make me shit the bed? I mean, that can't help anything. Do leg cramps know you haven't been sleeping too good the previous 2-3 nights and don't want you to forget that? Maybe a leg cramp is God's special way of reaching out and touching you because you drop too many F-Bombs. I don't know. I do know that I hate leg cramps though.
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