I’m losing body parts faster than I can find new ones. Faster than Marty McFly. Fast. And furious. It’s not that they’re going anywhere on the physical plane, but their common names are starting to sound less familiar by the day. I’m beginning to think my brain’s gotten the go-ahead signal to start deleting information, no matter if I like it or not. Personally, I think getting rid of the lyrics to Groove Is In The Heart or the theme to Captain Planet might be wiser places to start the neural trimming, but I guess you don’t really get a say.
My shoulder’s way gone. Has been for awhile. Hands and fingers are falling apart quickly, too. Maybe this is just because I’m a med student, but now that I’m learning every part of the human body, I’m kinda pissed I was never taught it before. It makes you appreciate your body a lot more. Or it does for me, at least. I used to always think of my shoulder as, well, a shoulder. Y’know–the rounded-off area between your neck and your arm? It always had a definite shape (“shoulder-shaped”), it was fairly solid, and, although it never had any specific boundaries, I kind of had an idea of where my shoulder started and ended. Turns out, I was completely wrong.
It’s not really a body part to me anymore. It probably will never be one to me again. It’s a collection of bones and muscles and tendons and ligaments that are shaped in a certain way. That notch on the top? Used to be the defining palpable area that I’d call my shoulder. Turns out, it’s the acromion of your scapula. I know! Who knew? Follow it down, that bony part–it’s more scapula. And around the front? Scapula. Clavicle. It’s hard to convey the feeling or the contrast. Of course I knew we had bones, but now, I know exactly where they are. My shoulder’s not a shoulder. It’s a scapula. With muscle all over it.
It’s the same with muscles. I knew we had muscles, but now, I know exactly what they do. It’s a bizarre feeling trying to examine yourself, figure out where your muscles are, and what’s making what move. It’s so natural, so thoughtless, that even trying to think what muscles are moving seems forced and out of place. It’s as if I’m somehow surprised that we don’t have to will our muscles to move. Triceps, medial, lateral, and long heads, contract! Extensors digitorum, go! Opponens policis, flex!
In other news, it looks like we have have discovered some new male birth control and new fertility drugs. Marijuana makes sperm lazy and burn out too quickly, and caffeine makes them more active. Imagine that.