Tuesday, October 11, 2011
This Old Body
I wasn't. I was, however, having the mother of all charley horses - one so painful that even breathing was an effort. I managed to straighten my leg, at which point even my toes cramped up. The best cure I've found is to straighten the leg and push my heel against the footboard, toes pointing to the ceiling. Something about that seems to release the tension in the calf muscle. This time, however, I couldn't reach the footboard. After a prolonged seisure, it finally relaxed and I took a real breath just in time for another one.
I have no idea why this happens. It's usually my calves, but sometimes my hamstring or quad muscles do it too (not at the same time, thank God). They haven't been over worked. They aren't dehydrated. I just don't know.
The idea, however, that my guys were worried I was having a heart attack is troublesome. They don't expect me to live a long time. I'm overweight. I have high blood pressure. My triglycerides are out of whack (though my total cholesterol is quite low). I also have diabetes, which is apparently beginning to affect my kidney function even though my numbers are quite low and barely qualify as diabetic. Add to that the occasional debilitating attack of arthritis-like symptoms that put me on a cane for about a week at a time and I can see where they might get that idea.
I'm working on it... And I must be doing something right. At my last checkup, the official scale actually went down (after two years of it being in the same place no matter how many pounds my at-home scale said I'd gained or lost). My A1C (diabetes glucose test) was down to 6.1. My cholesterol was 179 and the numbers that make it up are getting more in line.
Hopefully soon, being awakened in the middle of the night by me won't trigger worries of a heart attack in my husband and son - they'll just think Oh... another charley horse.