Fast as the Lone Ranger’s silver bullet …
My family knows the signs. Suddenly I groan, jump up, and start rubbing my leg or twisting a foot.
As I leaned back in the chair waiting for the dentist to check me after the hygienist finished cleaning my teeth, the thought hit me: “I hope I don’t get a cramp.”
As painful and unpleasant as they sometimes are, I can handle needles and even the grinding at the dentist chair. However, when an all too familiar tightening jerks into my toes as I sit in a dental chair, I know I am in for more misery.