I had a flare up last night.
I climbed under the covers, the fan cool on my face, and had to get up for something or other. When I stood, I had to sit back down again.
Without warning, the muscles in my legs ignited. My calf muscles immediately went rock hard, the muscles spasming. The Elephant Man had returned and I was his suitor.
I tried getting up again and this time I was able to. But at a price. Pain flashed in my lower back and my upper and lower legs. I could feel the muscles moving under my skin.
Sometimes I feel as if my body is made up of tectonic plates; great slabs that move and shift of their own accord under the surface.
You can’t see them, but you know they are there, moving and shifting as time moves on.
I know that my body is a road-map, roadways marked with scars and tourist stops marked by marks on my body. But I wish that I could sight see without the occasional earth quake.