At 2:30 am this morning, I felt stiff. One quick, full-body stretch and I felt it. *ping* I brace myself. I get a visit from Sir Chas. Stallion Esq. In other words, CHARLIE HORSE!! My right calf muscle feels like it's being ripped out. Do I panic? No. I use this as an opportunity to practice my breathing and relaxation techniques to get through pain (particularly labor). It subsides. I breathe a sigh of relief and nurse my leg while trying to go back to sleep. Then, Sir Chas. decides to do a repeat performance! I sit bolt upright in bed, renew my breathing and try to remain calm and not scream out in anger more than pain. I spend the rest of the night mostly awake, trying to get the heating pad to work it's magic on my muscle, and concentrating on not moving my leg in a way that'll trigger another Charlie Horse.
This morning, I roll out of bed only to find I can't walk on my right leg. The muscle is so weakened and stiff, it's practically useless. So, I don my boston terrier fuzzy slippers and hobble out. Hubby thinks it's hilarious. I step with my left leg, drag my right leg, step with my left leg, drag my right leg. It's quite a dance.
It's a couple hours later, and the muscle is still stiff and rather weak. Walking on it does help stretch it out, but really, I just want to go back to bed!