The have been So Much change, not only to limb positions and the muscles upon them, but also in my torso, organs shifting in my abdomen altering my lung capacity and rib position.
Pain has been constant and significant, but always shifting. Sometimes, it's a diffuse discomfort. Others, it is sharp and exquisite, as when a segment of muscle moves to a new position, ripping across ribs, or when my leg suddenly has slack after a hip alteration such that my knee dislocates as thigh and calf muscles slide and shift to make up the difference.
I am spent.
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And yet, I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I do not know if it is The Light of The Path,
Or a semi-truck with one headlight out barrelling towards me as I stand, eyes closed, about to become road kill.
Either way, in my current state of exhaustion, it would be salvation.
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I believe I have been wrong about something, all this time. More off the mark, than wrong, but still . . .
I have long characterized myself as "all Yin, no Yang" to express how one sided I am. This was a subjective illusion, I have now come to believe.
It is very difficult to express, and the Yin-Yang concept still fits locally, per several muscle groups, but not in terms of their connections. This, too, suggests why my unfolding has been so difficult.
I believe the injury of my youth pulled muscle systems into the creases, past the creases of limb joints. Imagine a quadricep, still partially atop the thigh, but also stretching into and to the side of the hip, where ligament should be. The result, over the course of my life, was to develop a walk which predominantly uses the wrong muscle groups at the wrong time.
To lift my leg, I mainly flex the portion of quad in my hip. This is rampant throughout. Everything I do is wrong, backwards. Or was, and so returns when I let down my concentration.
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Dammit! I had two topics in my head before wrapping up (the above and one more) and forgot the second while writing about my backwardsness. Perhaps I should have gone second idea first, and my backwards nature would have let me recall them both.
Another day, perhaps.