5.29.03 memory

I woke up early, puzzled by the fact that my arm felt bruised and sore, and could not think of what had happened. It is a good thing I made note of smashing it.... didn't remember the incident at all.

Yesterday before the computer adventures I went to the chiropractor again. He has decided to fix my hips; quite a lofty goal. I have a mess of adhesions in my stomach cavity, my pelvis and coccyx have been fractured and I have bursitis in one joint. The basic predicament is that because of all this damage (and other things I've forgotten) the skeletal infrastructure is - to use a medical term - wonky. The muscles and soft tissue have adapted to accommodate and one leg is gradually getting shorter than the other. My operating principle is to ignore the whole thing.

If not for the meteor shower incident I would be merrily tottering along without any chiropractic visits but that broken tailbone is too pesky to ignore. So I've been going in every week and the fellow makes the bones go back to where they belong... and after each appointment, it is like having sea legs. I'm walking properly and without pain.

Weird.

Yesterday he told me that I've made rapid progress and that my back, just last week a solid mass of tension, is relaxed. He wanted to know what happened in my life to cause such a rapid improvement. I shrugged. Life has been pretty sucky. But at a certain point in any longterm crisis, this always happens. I used to nap during wretched medical procedures, not because I was traumatized, but because I was efficient. When I think about it I can control any group of muscles; and when my bones are wacked back into their proper position I can definitely do the rest of the job on my own.

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