The New Med

Sometimes in the night my legs get restless and want to dance.
No! I scream inside myself
I'm tired!
Let's just go to sleep!
But they keep up their begging
relentlessly
until I am finally out of bed and on my feet.

It's annoying
really annoying
to go through life without much sleep.
It causes all manner of poor behavior the next day.

So yesterday I discussed this with my pretty teenaged doctor
or she looks like a teenager anyway.
Take a pill, she said.
It will make a difference.
She wrote out a prescription.

It made a difference all right!
Nausea
crippling fatigue
insomnia
drowsiness going on for 17 hours now.

Why is the cure worse than the disease?
I'd rather be dancing through the night.