Gallic Legs

I've mentioned before that I have restless legs syndrome. Usually I take a quarter of a percocet, about 82 mgs, before I go to bed and then a second quarter about four hours later and that takes care of it.

However, last night my left leg wanted to do the sword dance

And that sort of made sense. There is some minor amount of Scot in me.





and my right leg was set on joining the cast of River Dance.

Since I'm not Irish, despite my last name, it makes one wonder.

So, when I got up at the four hour mark, I took a whole 325 mgs tablet. Which quieted my legs nicely, thank you very much. But I've seldom had such colorful dreams. Including the one about how I couldn't get to sleep because someone had fried eggs with the guitar and I couldn't find the Ajax to get it clean.

Those dreams about how I can't get to sleep because of some such nonsense as this are, sadly to say, all too common. I suppose it shows that having sleeping disorders creeps into my dreams so that even when I am sleeping I'm concerned that I'm not. It is only later, when I get up for some reason and think about how I couldn't sleep because of this impossible thing that was happening that I realize I had been sleeping all along. Which is sort of too bad, because the things that happen when I think I'm trying to sleep are really amazing. They might even make for good science fiction.

Sword dance, by Clan Currie
River dance, Design © 1998-2007 Ken Kocanda