It took me over a year and a half exercise free to get things to (suddenly) calm 50% and then head down. Stretching seems to irritate maybe half of folks trying it, so no need to become stretch armstrong. Really, when I recall how much discomfort I was in continuing to heavily weightlift, and how similar it is to many here its kinda astonishing. It seems we are in a midst of an obesity epidemic and perhaps 75%+ of adults refuse to do **any** exercise consistently except at gunpoint.
20 years ago someone so big they couldn't get out of bed was a big deal. The "heavy person "exhibit at carnival sideshows years ago was relatively modest. Now, when the firefighters (and engineers) remove the side of an apartment building and use a front end loader (forklift not enough) to remove a 1200 lb guy from the 2nd floor it gets 10 seconds on the local news.
A person I used to know working at the local zoo thought it unususal years ago for a call to come in requesting heavy medical transport equipment and expertise used on rhinos and such to move a person. For a long time the calls increased to about 2/yr. It seems recently hospital equipment manufacturers may be catching up with demand.
Get well
--jjf
sediment6 wrote:Update:
My Theory:
. All the time. I have discovered via my physical therapist that my right leg is harder to lift than my left and that I have some really tight, knotty, and painful fascia on my right hip flexor. I've had problems with my hip in cross country in high school in that exact same spot where the fascia is screwed up now. The last 4 months before I got "prostatitis" I was weightlifting and my PT thinks I strained my pelvic muscles pretty bad by squatting with bad form. I've also had a traumatic childhood with both of my parents being chronically I'll with hepatitis C and breast cancer. I also have allergies, all my brothers have allergies, Every member of my family and all those on my mom's side of the family have depression. So based on what I have read, I think I fall into the general type of person to get this illness.
Conclusion:
I think I have "pelvic myoneuropathy" and that I just need months of physical and psychotherapy to calm my knotted muscles/fascia and my terrified mind. After I get this pain calmed down, I'll be able move along at a brisker pace.
Something I must say though, life does seem kind of lame right now. My girlfriend and I have been in a long distance relationship ever since going to college. I think me stopping weightlifting, dropping out of college, being depressed, and being in constant pain with no end in sight is going to be the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back". Plus the transmission in my car is as F'd up as my pelvis right now.





