Again, the Novocaine shot took effect quicker than I had ever experienced. The shot on the left side for one tooth, was very quick. The one on the right, done way in the back of the mouth meant to knock out the entire right bottom side, took longer.
I must regress
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One aspect of the last trip to the dentist I don't think I went into, at least not in detail, was the post trip numbness.
My cheek, talking the skin around the cheek bone, not just the flabby stuff around the mouth, had been numb enough such that I could relax my face while meditating to a degree not before attained. Not that I could tell what was happening on the right cheek, but the lack of muscle use aided relaxing the muscles that I could feel on the left.
The result was some most excellent jaw adjustments, though in truth I cannot recall any specifics regarding them, only that the slight jaw changes allowed neck and subsequent shoulder changes.
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So, this past dental visit over at 10:50 and the pool's lap swim beginning at 11:30 and both my jaw and lower lip quite numb, I thought I'd take advantage and see what I could accomplish in the pool.
Of note, the biggest area of numbness was the right jaw, which even had left some of the upper neck a bit slack, muscles not under my control and very relaxed with the absence of stimuli. This is also very close to at least part of the area I believe was injured in that fateful sled mishap of my youth, when Dad yanked my right arm out of socket while I had my stomach tucked seemingly into my lungs and my neck stretched to the breaking point.
This was not lost on me, and I meant to see what, if any, adjustments could be made in the right shoulder, neck and jaw.
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I will not know the extent of my success for some time, I believe. The jaw is sore as hell.
Yet, there was a great deal of shifting. I felt something, a set of muscle perhaps, get from behind the shoulder to above the collar bone, and it felt new.
I felt my face slide slightly to the left after freeing some portion of the right.
Most importantly, in terms of tangible, non-subjective change (at least which I can eyeball from a mirror), the shoulder change mentioned above let my stomach fall a great deal. I can almost create a pot belly when relaxed. I can even sit with the belly hanging out!
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This may be nothing to most, but I have never been able to do so, not without much force. My resting position had my lungs tilted up and my midsection pulled up my torso with it. I suspect it had been (still is somewhat) linked to the shoulder and neck being pulled up (thanks again, Dad).
So, at this time, my chest is smaller, a product of the lungs not tilted with organ pulled up under them. My waist is smaller, my hips continuing to approach a better position, with a more forward tilt which turns both legs slightly inward. All the while, still losing weight, my gut is getting huge.
I must embrace it, though it's not easy when the mirror reaction is, "Oh c'mon!"
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There is more, but I am tired. I spent an excruciating amount of time watching my beloved San Francisco Giants lose Game 6 of the World Series, badly, 10-0. Though I must admit it stung nothing like when Dusty Baker blew Game 6 against the Angels, but still . . .
I'm gonna go take a nap, then swim, then prepare for Game 7.
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