“Jamie’s Thighs” or “Ode to Joy!”

So, to start this lesson, I’ll be having ye know a few more things about muscles and bones of the thigh and the knee otherwise some of this lesson is no gonna make sense! The hip and knee joints are sites where bones move relative to each other. Skeletal muscles attach to the participating bones and span the joints; the attachment site that is fixed (doesn’t move) is the origin of a muscle and the attachment site that does move is its insertion. Next, our brains direct these muscles to contract. If muscle contraction brings the bones of the joint closer together, this is flexion (the hip joint has other movements but they don’t concern us today). If muscle contraction straightens the joint, it is extension (Photo A). 

Photo A

Understand that anatomists don’t use the terms upper and lower leg. For the lower limb, the region between hip and knee joints is the thigh, the region between knee and ankle joints is the leg and the foot is the remainder (Photo B). The dashed blue line in photo B represents the vertical midline plane through the body. A medial structure is closer to the midline and a lateral structure is further away from the midline!  Aye, that’s the gist of it!

Photo B

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Damage count pass 72 hours.
Two dog bites, hand, left arm
Sprained pinky and ring finger, left hand
Tweaked wrist
Pedal to the right tibula
Face to the ground.
Bloody nose
And a cat scratch on my wrist.

When I was nine, I fell off my bike and sustained a fracture to my left tibula. We found out later that my leg fractured because the area of the fracture had been eaten away to a sliver by a benign tumor. I don’t explicitely remember being aware of it or in pain previously, but i have a hard time believing I wouldn’t have. Maybe i only think that because the scar And surrounding area are intensely sensitive to pressure/pain now.

If my tibula hadn’t fractured when it did, it would have eaten into my growth plate. I would be disabled, possibly seriously so. I endured three very painful surgeries at nine, ten, and eleven. I put on a strong face against the stigma/hardship of going back to school after a very long absence and being unable to do things on my own. Even now, I have to live with occasional hip pain, more frequent knee pain, (both of which can cause my left leg to be fucking useless), and a trend where my right-foot shoes consistently wear out earlier than my left-foot ones and also in ways that suggest my gait is seriously fucked. I can’t begin to imagine how much harder my life so far would have been if the tumor had actually made it to my knee.