I got myself a case of the "Jimmy legs" tonight. You know, those restless legs that led to the demise of one of Kramer's relationships. I'm sure you've seen the ads for some medication to treat it on TV. Well, it's one of the delights (read with HEAVY sarcasm) I get to experience from time to time thanks to my chemically imbalanced brain. Restless legs. How uncomfortable can it be? I had no idea it was even a real medical condition until I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. I actually laughed when my doctor told me what I was describing was restless legs. Well, let me tell you, it is un-fricking-comfortable! My legs don't want to stop moving. Literally. Sometimes I have to hold my legs down to stop them from moving. I am not kidding here people. It is frustrating and ridiculous. It spreads throughout me, making me feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. It really is a most incredibly uncomfortable feeling. A different kind of pain. Relief only comes when I'm vigorously moving my legs - kicking them, pacing around the apartment, jumping up and down. Even then, it's brief before the restlessness kicks in again. Well, I can also take some Seroquel, but we all know I hate Seroquel, so I leave it until I can no longer bear it. At the moment I'm still waiting for some relief on that front (my faith in said drug skyrocketing - dripping sarcasm now). And so it is while I'm leaning on the kitchen counter, jumping up and down and kicking my legs from side to side that Dave (oops - forgot he was there; I try not to do this in his presence) commented that with my outfit - old, worn out, green capri sweat pants with black dress socks - I looked like a crack addict waiting for my next fix. To which I laughed - a good sign on the mood front. I did snap at my boss first thing this morning for no real reason so I am on the look out for irritability!
Well, I'd love to continue ranting about how irritated and uncomfortable I am, but my legs are trying to get up and jump around and apparently I must oblige them.
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hey, i've heard of "jimmy's legs", in fact one of our residents has this. Actually, no fun at all. I've experienced what i may say is a mild case of jimmy's legs. You can't sit still, you can't get comfortable, your up, down, all about. I've not found anything that can settle them down, it just makes me wish at times we could detached our legs, put them in a corner and if they feel like moving around, let em. I feel for you, maybe a tread mill or stationary bike is in order.
i have restless legs to which explains why i am loathe to share my bed with any human being. i am so worried that i will keep them up all night. so the only living being allowed in my bed at the moment is my dog flash (although even he gets fed up when i keep switching positions and just hops off the bed!!)
xo astrid
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