I went to the doctor. I said “Doctor, it hurts when I do this…” He said, “Well, don’t do it then”. Joke stolen from Tommy Cooper.
But I did go to the doctor eventually. It took me five weeks to get a non-routine appointment. The purpose of the consultation was to get a final explanation about whatever it is that’s going on with my thighs.
It seems that a seriously big thigh muscle in my passenger-side leg – my Rectus Femoris, apparently, has a tendon rupture at the knee and is retreating in an uphill direction and is now cuddling itself at the top of my leg, just a bit to the left and down a bit from the naughty parts.
This explains why the pain was in the knee and the lump higher up. Apparently, the doctors expect the muscle to shrink upwards even more over time and, as it’s not being used any more, to begin to reduce in size.
Other muscles at each side are helping out whilst there’s a vacancy in the Rectus Femoris department.
The leg appear to be working at almost, but not quite, 100% and so, the docs are saying that it should be left alone although a repair is possible.
There is a space where the muscle has left and this seems OK too…
As there’s no change to my ability to walk up hills and over longish distances, I’m not going to do anything about it.
And that’s that. If it’s not broken, it’s not mine.