Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Be Twitching Hour

My muscles reached high alert, just on the brink of taking flight, as I crawled under the bed covers last night. Relaxing exacerbates the condition, so I remained tense and held tight for a bumpy ride.

As usual, involuntary spasms--accompanied by deep cramping in the joints--subtly began preparing the way for sporadic electrical currents to rapidly shoot from point A to point B, which normally route from lower legs, up through the spine, and into the neck region. An episodic flailing of arms and jerking of legs then ensued for several minutes--just long enough to make fluent breathing difficult. This particular incident, however, drastically veered from the path of normalcy and landed an unexpected bang.

The twitching came to its halt as one final, sharp bolt pierced my left hip, richoceted off the shoulder blade, and struck the inside corner of my right eye. Instantly, my head bowed as I tightly cradled it in the crook of my arm and loudly gasped, "Ouch!"

With a slight giggle, I eventually sighed a breath of spasmodic relief. Every twitch of this mysterious MS adventure is unpredictable, unforgiving, and teaching me to fly by the seat of my pants.