There is nothing more frightening then waking up at 3:00 in the morning unable to move your arms and legs. Not my ideal way to wake up at all! I was dreaming the other night and in my dream my hip and leg was killing me. LOVE waking up to pain from my dreams! As I was drifting in and out of sleep I couldn’t decide if I was I was just so tired that I couldn’t move or if I really couldn’t move. Sure enough, I really couldn’t move. I laid there for a bit on my left side and was eventually able to move and roll to my right side and drift back to sleep. And just because I am so lucky, it happened again and again once I made it to my back. Well that got even more fun, because now not only could I not move, my breathing was getting difficult and then came the tears. The tears tend to come out of nowhere and I can’t control them. Since my breathing was getting weird and there was a tightening in my face and neck I decided I should wake up Jeff. Nothing like being woke up to a crying wife that can't move, bless his heart. He rubbed my arms for me and after a few minutes I could move again.
Once again I am left apologizing for waking him up and feeling like an ass because I can’t control my body. All I managed to say was, “At least I didn’t pee the bed.”