Saturday, May 30, 2009
All the pretty little ponies
L.E.O. had better not ever ask for a horse for her birthday. She's already given me four--four charley horses, that is; one two nights ago and three last night. ("How is that possible?" Eric said. "You only have two legs." I would have hit him, but he was out of arm's reach and my calves ached too much to get up.) The Mayo Clinic guide says no one knows for sure why they happen, but it may be due to the uterus putting pressure on the nerves, or decreased circulation. The Web concurs. Both tell me there's no cure and it sucks to be me. I suppose when L.E.O. is running things and has her advisory board of mad scientists I could ask her to have them find out, or make me bionic legs or something.