Punch My Calves!

September is Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS, aka Willis-Eckbom Disease) awareness month. It’s horrific, misunderstood, incurable, and one of my two main brain diseases. 

I usually can inject light-heartedness into disease related creativity, but so far all I’ve got are the laments and anthemic lullaby below (from BrianAtPlay.com/Restless-Legs-Syndrome). Please let these experiences move you to learn more and treat RLS strugglers with compassion. #RLSAware #RLSAwareness

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Stretching, kneading, pounding, pleading               
Crawling, burning, forcing, pressing  
Can’t say no can’t say no can’t say no can’t say no....

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Always just beyond the edge of consciousness...like electricity. Toes. Ankles. Calves that have to move. Restless Legs Syndrome like a tailgater crowding my rearview mirror, a bully breathing down my neck, a whiff of something rotting just behind the wall. Always there. Always ready to twist a moment of peace and relaxation into a kicking, screaming fight to make the feeling leave.

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Whether I’m down and dreaming,
or standing and screaming
I am always, always more
When sleep comes to stay,
or dancing’s the only way to survive
I will always be more