a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy

meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

4/20/06

when I was in my early 20's I decided to allow a goof of multiple magnitudes take my legs out from under me on a hardwood basketball court... my only real injury to date as far as I knew... being it was an actual break of a bone...

after this last session with the deep massage therapist it was duly noted that beneath several areas of ever stretched and wrinkling skin is massive scar tissue from what appears to be many injuries... none of which I remember other than the usual contusions and scrapes... saying I am wound like a phucking tank and unbalanced at every cross section of shoulder to spine to hip relation... after being told that for a 49 yo I have the infrastructure of a 70 yo... and on top of that I was put on high blood pressure pills today... mind you I not complaining... I'm just wondering if it would be a good time to retake up mountain biking... I kinda miss it...

deep tissue massage is an intense hour of extreme discomfort... the purpose is to penetrate all the layers of bacon and cheese to get to the scar tissue in question and break it up to be flushed out of normal exit portals with the help of gallons of swallowed water... then there is the buzz factor of these toxins running loose through the body along with new found blood circulation and oxygen... riding a motorcycle after such a treatment is highly not recommended...

so now I'm pondering yet another insult to my previously perceived notion that invincibility lasts forever if you let it... I'm not saying I'm phucked... I just would like to lose the anti-inflammation drugs and all the ice packs... wine helps...

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