Well, Unwell

The test results I read have knocked me some.
My posture and my exercise inclined
me to assume, although I know that’s dumb.
But I did not expect the rig to find
hip bones appropriate for flight. I’m numb,
and need some time to set my vision right
(The clues were lurking, after hormones stopped,
and cholecalciferol levels dropped).

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