The Difference of a Year
I woke up this morning to the sensation like a gorilla or a refrigerator or something really really heavy was crushing my legs. I wake up to this sensation more often than I care to but it's not just a morning thing. Sometimes it starts mid-morning. Sometimes afternoon. Sometimes evening. Sometimes it keeps me up most of the night. It is a pretty awful way to wake up though. I've been trying to decide which is worse: waking up to this crushing sensation or waking up to the sound of someone clapping loudy and shouting, "Time to Get Up! Get Up! Get Up! Time to Get Up! Get Up!" in a sing-songy kind of voice. Some energetic lady (someone's mother maybe? Or a teacher aide? I don't remember) woke all the girls up this way on our 6th grade overnight trip. I can't really decide which is worse. They are both pretty jolting ways to wake up. On the one hand, I prefer the pain. It starts out mildly and brings me along with it until I can no longer stay asle