Last night will be pegged as one of the worst episodes in the history of my body tremors.
It was a slow, but steady pace of being on my feet all day long: the usual morning shower, a journey to the library, grocery shopping, play time with my kindergartener, light house cleaning, a special Family Home Evening where the missionaries came over and helped grill up some delicious grub and then we played a couple rounds of Kinect Sports bowling. The day drew to a close with some Level 1 Easy reading. As I helped my kinderboy find sight words on each page, my own sight fled. My left eye went blank. Scary! I automatically cleaned my glasses, hoping it was just a dirty lens. It was not. Fortunately, the black-out was brief, and sight restored.
After prayers and good-night squishies, I cozied on my own bed with a big sigh of relief. Immediately, the adventures of the day took their toll in the form of uncontrollable shivers, shakes, tremors, and twitches from head to toe, for near an eternity. I finally stumbled to the couch and cued some old Seinfeld episodes to occupy my mind. At one point during the tremors, I could only yawn to keep my breathing consistent. I feared I would pass out otherwise.
Eventually, I awoke. Not sure if I actually did pass out or if the body tremors wore me to complete exhaustion. Needless to say, I am feeling like an antiquated neurological scribble again today.
