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If your L5-S1 wakes you, it wakes you at the same time every night. You already know what that time is. Nobody has ever told you why it picks that one. I am 61. L4-L5 and L5-S1. The leg pain started in 2022. I know what time it is before I open my eyes. Somewhere between two and half past. Four years of that. It starts as a tingle in my backside and ramps up until the sole of my foot is burning, and by then there is no position in that bed that stops it. My wife used to wake up when I left. She does not anymore. That is the one I do not talk about. Not the burning. The fact that a man getting out of his own bed at two in the morning stopped being an event in his own house. I sleep in the recliner in the front room three nights out of seven. Flat is the position I cannot do. There is a blanket down there and a pillow off the bed and neither of us calls it anything. The day after is its own thing. You are not tired the way people mean tired. You are stupid. I read the same line of the paper four times. My wife asks me something and I hear her and it does not land anywhere. One night in January I worked out I had been awake three nights running. I put my face in the pillow so she would not hear it. I was sixty one years old and crying about being awake. And after a while I stopped letting myself hope, because every time I hoped it cost me money, and then it started costing me more than money. I did everything you do. A new mattress. A wedge pillow. Melatonin. Gabapentin, which made me foggy in the day and awake at night, so I had two problems instead of one. A pillow between the knees, which I still do. Every one of them bought me an hour. Not one of them changed what time I woke up. Then I asked a doctor if there was anything stronger I could take at night. He asked me how many I had been getting through in a month. That was all. One question. And I heard myself start listing my qualifications for being believed. That I had a high pain tolerance. That I had worked forty one years and never once called in sick with my back. He wrote a number down and did not look up. I never asked anybody for anything again after that. There is a man I know from the physical therapy place called Ray. Two years of nodding at each other in that parking lot. I told him I was not sleeping and he asked me what time. I said around two. He said, "Ten past, for me. Every night for two years. My wife moved into the back bedroom in the end and I let her, because I could not think of a reason she should not." I had not told anybody about the recliner. I told him about the recliner. Then he told me what he took. A liquid. Small brown bottle, dropper in the lid. Under your tongue, hold it 30 seconds, then swallow. Tastes like dirt and ginger. I did not believe him. I have a drawer full of things I did not believe and bought anyway. I ordered it that night because I was not sleeping. Week one, nothing. Week two, nothing I would have put my name to. Then one night in the third week I got up at four instead of two. I remember being annoyed about it, because four is still the middle of the night, and it took me until the afternoon to understand what had happened. A few days after that I woke up and it was light outside. I lay there working out whether I had been up. I had not. I did not say anything at breakfast, because I have told people things were working before. About a week later my wife said, without looking up, that I had not been down in the night. She said it the way you mention the weather. She had noticed for a while and had not wanted to say it out loud in case she was wrong. The one I did not expect was the reading. I had not finished a book in two years. I thought that was my eyes. It was not my eyes. When you are not awake at two you are a different person at seven. Nobody was treating that. It just came back. Then the part that convinced me. We went away in June and I left the bottle in the bathroom cabinet at home. By the ninth day I was awake at ten past two with the burning going down my leg. Not as bad. But back. And at the same time it always was. It was months before I understood why any of it had happened. I asked our pharmacist. I assumed the under the tongue business was a gimmick. She stopped what she was doing and came around the counter, which nobody had done in four years. She said it is not a gimmick. It is called sublingual. The tissue under your tongue absorbs straight into the bloodstream and skips the liver completely. It is why they put certain heart tablets under the tongue instead of asking you to swallow them. Then I asked her the thing I actually wanted to know. Why two in the morning. She said your body makes its own anti inflammatory. It is called cortisol and it runs on a clock. Highest in the morning, falling all day, and it bottoms out somewhere between midnight and four. While it is up, it holds the swelling around the disc down. You still feel it. You get through the day. Then it drops, and the brake comes off, and the swelling comes up, and the nerve gets leaned on harder than it was at nine o'clock. That is why the time is the same. It was never the mattress. My own body was letting go of the one thing that was holding it back, at the same hour, every night. I said so what do you do about that. She said you would have to bring the swelling down at the disc itself. And then she said the part that stopped me. Turmeric is not nonsense. The research on it is real. That was never my problem. My problem was the container. A standard turmeric capsule gets around three percent of what is in it into your bloodstream. The other ninety seven percent is destroyed by stomach acid and processed by your liver on the way. I said three percent still sounds like something. She said for most of your body it is. You are full of blood vessels. Things get where they are going. Then she said a spinal disc is different. It has almost no blood supply of its own. It is the biggest piece of you that blood barely reaches. So out of everywhere in your body, the disc is the hardest place to get anything to. And I had been sending three percent at it. I sat down on the chair by the counter. Four years of two in the morning. A recliner in my own front room. A wife who does not wake up anymore. None of it was ever going to arrive. She kept going. The melatonin was aimed at the wrong thing entirely. That gets you to sleep. It does nothing about what wakes you. The gabapentin quietens the message the nerve sends. It does not go anywhere near what is pressing on it. The mattress and the wedge and the pillow between my knees were all trying to hold my spine in a shape that hurt slightly less while the swelling did what it does at two. None of them failed because I was unlucky. They failed because of where they were trying to get to. I asked her why nobody had told me any of this in four years and she was honest with me. There is no money in telling you. There is money in the pills and there is a lot of money in what comes after them. I brought the bottle in and showed her the week after. She turned it over, read the back, and said this is the only thing on your list that was ever going to get there. It is called Lumbar IV. I sleep in my bed now. Not every night, and I am not going to sit here and tell you otherwise. But most of them. Here is what to do, and I am going to be plain because nobody was plain with me. Tonight is going to happen either way. So is the night after it. If nothing changes you already know what time you will be looking at that ceiling. It is a small brown bottle with a dropper. One milliliter under the tongue in the morning, held there 30 seconds before you swallow. In the morning, not at night. It is not a sleeping tablet and it does not work like one. Mine took about three weeks before I noticed anything. I would give it longer than you want to. They give you a full year to decide. Take it. If you think it did nothing, send the bottles back, the empty ones as well, and you get your money back. No form to fill out. No restocking fee. Nobody arguing with you. I am not going to tell you it will work. Ray did not tell me that either, and it is the only reason I listened to him. I am still not right. There is tightness down that leg if I have overdone it in the garden. But I have not seen two in the morning since the middle of April, and last week I slept seven hours in my own bed with my wife beside me.

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