Earlier this summer I was in rebound from a terrible night. It left me battered and bruised. It began at 6:30 at night, just as I was settling down to dinner. The attack was ruthless, causing me to eat while I stood and walked. The thrusts were intense. I groaned while pacing. My husband encouraged me, reminding me it would eventually end. This is our new strategy. Reminding ourselves Restless Legs is an evening/nighttime disorder. Come morning, it will have subsided. This strategy isn’t working so well.
I had several returns of intense restlessness giving me no rest in between.. And the next day I was washed out and frightened. Would the night ahead be similar? I didn’t think I would be able to handle it. The opiates I take sort of help and I am grateful for them. Right now I am afraid. Will I be able to handle yet another attack. I am 81 and very tired.