I woke up last night around 2:30 AM with a severe cramp in my right calf. You know what the worst thing about that is? Not the initial searing pain. It's the thirty seconds after it dies down, when you're afraid of even twitching your leg because it feels like it might cramp back up again.
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It sucks when you're alone in the house, and you have just enough imagination that when you go to bed and turn off the lights and think about it, you can start to freak yourself out by imagining monsters et al lurking around in the dark.