Knees up, Mother Brown!

I always knew my life was destined to be lived on the stage in some unusual burlesque act, right from when I did a farcical version of "How do you solve a problem like Maria" in University....
MS has livened up my life by adding some V-E-R-Y strong spasms of my thigh muscles, those ones that pull your legs up into a marching position. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, they'll both go at once. If standing, I'd be jumping. Fortunately for my downstairs neighbors, it seems to mostly occur when I am lying down.
I am beginning to suspect this is all an evil plot of my body to exercise one muscle at a time. After a solid week or more of hip spasms, I feel I could lift Paul Bunyan and his Ox single handed with my legs. Now, if only it would work on my abs I could be the glorious specimen of womanhood I've always wanted to be. Bruises from the shots and all!