Go Figure

My goodness! It seems to always be something these days. Something that wakes me up long before the sun gets up. With one exception in the past 5 days or so, 5:30 is my latest rising. Today it was closer to 4AM.

It's always something. Almost always anyway, except for the one morning that I slept in until 6:30. (I can remember when 6:30 was early and not exactly considered to be sleeping in. Buy hey! It's good that I can remember that at this ripe old age. Eh?)

In passing, I recently mentioned a stomach ache. as the cause for waking early one unfortunate morning There have been other little things since then that have caused what I consider to be premature risings: always something different or so it seems and not necessarily always something that I feel compelled to share. And sometimes, I just wake up for no apparent reason. I mean, why wouldn't someone suddenly awake  after a lengthy 5 or 6 hours of sleep?

This morning, however, the cause was quite perplexing — pulsing pains in my ankle. I don't really mean pulsing but rather rhythmic or recurring maybe every 5 seconds or whatever the exact interval. (Hooray for spellcheck: rhythm and its variations being one of those words that I can never seem to be able to spell.)

So, I would get this ankle pain briefly. Was it 1 second at a time? Five seconds? I was trying to sleep, trying in vain to ignore it, so I can't really say. It would soon stop, but then it would soon also return.

The odd thing (and I do confess to being an odd thing), is that the pains were occurring in my good foot. My left foot, not my pathetic bad foot. Not the foot missing cartilage. Not the foot with bone chips. Not the foot that limps. No! The good foot.

Go figure.

And the very instant that I got up, the pains stopped. Why would that be, I wonder?

Go figure.

Not that I am not grateful that they ceased, because I am quite chuffed about that. But one wishes that perhaps they could have stopped sooner. Or not started at all. Yeah, that would have been good.