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Good Night, Sleep Tight

19 Aug

Or not, as the case may be.  In addition to my Restless Leg Syndrome, I have apnea, aggravated by the fact that I normally sleep on my back.  Last night was a nightmare.

The Squire and I left Greater Downtown Bradshaw on Saturday morning, and drove straight through to Newport, stopping only to grab a bite of lunch. Finding a place to lay our weary heads was a challenge; the Family Inn has gone to long-term stays only, and the office for the Best Western was hidden away in the restaurant next door. We finally settled on Motel 6.

I’d taken my pills an hour or so before we went to bed, but my legs simply would NOT stop galloping over the bed. If we were at home, I’d have gone downstairs for a third pill and a glass of wine, grabbed a book and decamped to the guest room. None of those options were available, as I’d foolishly brought only enough pills for two a night, and Tennessee does not allow alcoholic sales on Sundays.  I figured by the time I climbed out of bed, found my clothes and drove around the streets of Newport, I’d probably end up calling The Squire from jail. And then, a group of local citizens camped on the motel parking lot, gunning their engines, and laughing and joking until 2 AM. The Squire did get dressed and complained to the front desk, but it didn’t do any good.

We went off to church this morning at Annunciation, and enjoyed a very nice service. The rector is new to us, and preached a very good sermon. There was a woman behind us who had a beautiful voice, and she lent so much to the congregational singing. Caught up with some old friends and just had a pleasant time. One of the best things about the Episcopal church is that, no matter where you go, you are “home”. There are differences, but things are familiar enough that you are never a stranger.

Lunch with The Squire’s sister and her good friend, and then I came back to the motel and actually managed to get a nap, while The Squire went to Sis’s place and helped her with her genealogy website.  He friend, BJ, is a gem. He is much younger than she is, but is willing to help her out with minor problems such as changing light bulbs, and major things such as seeing that she gets to doctor appointments and such. He also watches out for his own parents and another friend. How on earth the man finds time to work and see to his own life is beyond us.

The last time I had a real knock-down, drag-out night such as the one I had last night was in late July, when we drove down to Harrisonburg to visit my nephew. I wonder if the fact that I sat in the car all day long and didn’t get any exercise at all caused the problem? Even when I work, I am up and down the hall to the coffee station and the rest room – it doesn’t sound as if it’s much, but it’s a loong hallway.  Maybe I should get off my duffle bag and take Blazer to the park once in a while?

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The Weekend

23 Jul

The Squire and I went down to Timberville Saturday morning to visit my nephew, who is studying to become a minister in the Church of the Brethren. We went down to hear his first sermon, and  I took down a box of my dad’s books, plus the carton of sermons we’d received from the Senior Warden at Holy Cross. Karl was over the moon! I think if his wife hadn’t stopped him, he’d have spread the papers all over the table right then.

That afternoon we visited the radio station where he works, and visited a Mennonite country store so Karl could buy some marbles to use in the children’s sermon. I bought some corn and sweet potato taco chips, and a bag of wasabi peas. Later we took them to dinner at a Thai restaurant. His home is not large enough to accommodate two extra people, so he and his wife put us up at a motel not too far away.

I have restless leg syndrome and must take my anti-convulsant at least two hours before bedtime. I didn’t take any medicine before we left  for dinner because I didn’t want to fall asleep in my dinner plate, so what with one thing and another it was midnight before I stopped twitching and fell asleep. The Squire, poor soul, said that even after I finally drifted off I moaned most of the night.

Do not EVER let anybody tell you RLS is a “minor” problem!

We woke up early on Sunday, had breakfast, reloaded the car – and still had an hour to kill before church, so we did the one thing I swore I’d never, ever do – we went to a Wal-Mart! I needed to keep moving or I would have simply fallen over from simple exhaustion, so sitting in the car reading wasn’t an option. We just wandered around, but The Squire bought an insulated bag to carry home our restaurant leftovers; it will also come in handy for trips to the grocery store.

So – we got to church a little before 10. Karl was already there, and we followed him in for the grand tour. Professional courtesy and all that! The service was very nice and Karl’s sermon was excellent! He didn’t try to tell the congregation everything he knew (a frequent problem with newly minted preachers) but hit on several themes, used some humour, and tied everything neatly together at the end. My sister would have been very proud of him, and my dad would have been bursting at the seams.

Lunch at a local Cracker Barrel, hugs all around, and we were off to visit our youngest daughter in northern Virginia. Birthday wishes and a nice gift from her and her children, and off again. We got home around 6:30. The Squire finished off his leftover Thai food, but I took my pills and went to bed.

 

Showboat!

22 Jan

Our friend Mac called late Friday to say he and his wife had two extra tickets to a dinner theatre for Saturday evening, and would we like to go along?

Loverly!

We had a marvelous time. The show was very well done and the food was excellent. They even had enough for the Resident Vegetarian to eat. The actor who played Joe had a voice that would have given Paul Robeson a run for his money.

There was also a group of young people from St. Steven’s Episcopal church, who sang an á Capella song – a Christmas spiritual about Mary having a baby “in a weary world”. They were outstanding!

We got home at 11:45, and The Squire went straight to bed. I took my medicine and followed him upstairs but the Restless Leg Syndrome kicked in way before the anticonvulsant, so I had to get up and play computer games until 1:30.

Eight o’clock came awfully early this morning.