Pins and Needles

How freaky is it when you get a dead arm?  Or a dead anything for that matter.  And how evil are the pins and needles that strike when the dead appendage comes back to life!  I scared the crap out of myself the other morning when I woke up with a completely dead arm.  I'd obviously been in a deep sleep because I'd actually been sleeping on top of my arm and was completely unaware of anything until I woke up and saw a hand that did not look like my own.  I had no feeling whatsoever, which is why it was like a stranger's arm laying in the bed.  And why would a random arm be laying in the bed?  When you wake up with blurry eyes and a groggy sleep head this can be very scary.  But I'm not sure what's scarier.  Somehow convincing yourself that there's a random arm in your bed or realising that the random arm is actually your own and is incapable of moving.  I actually had to use my other arm to pick  up the dead arm and move it.  It just flopped about like a lifeless limb of doom.  There was a split second when I thought that the arm was lost and it really freaked me out.  But then things started jumping back to life and the pins and needles kicked in.  God those pins and needles are torturous.  And why are they called pins and needles?  It's like a mixture of pain and tickling all at once.  And I was pleased that my hand and arm were coming back to life but I wasn't enjoying the process.  It's normally over fairly quickly but it makes you wonder why your body allowed you to get into the situation in the first place.  It should really know better.  Dead arms aside, I often seem to get a dead leg.  And it always hits at the most inopportune moments.  Like I'll be sat at work - obviously with my legs twisted in some weird way - I'll need to stand up to get something for a customer and BAM! dead leg.  And you have to keep moving.  You have to keep moving.  Even though you're pretty sure that your dead leg is going to crumple beneath you.  Even though the pins and needles are making you squirm with discomfort.  Even though you look like some sorted of demented pirate whilst hobbling along to the till.  What to do?  Confess to the dead leg?  Do the customers even care.  Fake an injury.  Hobble around as if you've done in your ankle or something.   I guess there's a potential sympathy vote there but you don't want it to generate a conversation.  Then you're into dangerous water making up stories about how a land dwelling shark tackled you, twisting your ankle, before disappearing into the shadows.  I guess it's probably easier to admit that you have pins and needles.  Everyone gets it don't they?  Lets just hope everything doesn't strike at once.  Dead legs and dead arms at the same time.  That would be really freaky.