Saturday, May 14, 2016

Breathe Right?

Okay, major changes happening around both shoulder, the neck, and head, such that my upper back now seizes when I screw up and let muscle memory revert and tweak all sorts of muscles.  I am both sore and in pain.

This said, a new noticeable change has occurred.  I don't know if it is permanent, or will become so, but whatever...

When I achieve certain posture (one the current movements seem to lead towards), I perceive the air entering my nose now differently.  I have always only ever known (one exception for another time) the feeling of the air passing by my nostrils, as if moving upward, parallel to my face.  Now, I feel it enter inward, I the nose above the nostrils, perpendicular to my face.  There is substantially more air flow, as well.

Perhaps some day  I will no longer be a mouth breather . . .

I could add more, but I just hurt too much.  The basic record has been made.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

A Bad Night

Things are not good.

I have had some significant adjustments, changes around the neck-shoulder-jaw, which have corresponded to the opposite hip.  Weird shit.  Some shifts have been big, a lot of meat changing where it sits.

As a result, something is amiss near my right ear.  The right side of my face is swollen, as well as a gland just under the ear.  Pain, pain, and pain.  I can't go horizontal without sharp sustained throbbing.  So, I can't sleep.

Hence, the iPad and this entry.

I've taken a lot of pain meds, and ibuprofen for swelling, to seemingly no avail.  Icing my head does little.

I do not think it is an ear infection, though it hurts like one, at least not a classic one.  I think it was an aggravation by trauma to joints tangled near the jaw and ear from my original injury.

I am sure dying ain't exactly fun no matter how it comes, but I don't want to go like this.

Anyways, here I sit, tormented, face numb from Narco but the ear/head still throbbing, unable to rest, unable to sleep.

I am honing in on some old feelings, but I cannot describe them well, like segmented cords shifting within me.

Enough, I suppose.