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I keep waking up with really bad charlie horses. Usually it's confined to my right calf, but last night it was the left. They started after I began riding a bike to and from work everyday, sometimes two or three times back and forth every day. They also happen to coincide with drinking binges, but not always. Yeah, yeah, I thought it was the potassium thing, but I took a vitamin AND ate a banana before bed last night. I get plenty of magnesium and vitamin D. I think that it could be a small toad or dwarf living in my muscles. I need a good shaman, apothecary, or thaumaturge. Gee was good enough this morning to massage my leg into feeling better this morning. When it happens I usually jump and hop around yelling. Gee is a light, grumpy, and skittish sleeper. Anything that wakes her up usually invokes terror and panic in her (from her time in The War). But she really helped though. It's the drinking correlation that bugs me though. I know that potassium helps to keep muscles pliable, and that alcohol can strip you of that (hence the charlie horse), but the thing is my mother's best friend forever was an alcoholic and died of a heart attack. She was cooking chili when her heart seized up. She had so little potassium in her body that rigor mortis set in immediately. They found her standing up, tending to burnt chili, stiff as a board. They had to break her hand to get her to let go of the chili pot. These charlie horses are probably nothing, but I don't want to die like that. I want to drown trying to shut off the propellers of the capsized boat me and my family/friends/strangers are trapped in, so that they can escape. You know, like Kurt Russel, Max Weber, or Jesus Christ.