Fortunately, my doc saw me the next day. I was not expecting for him to feel my joints while I was naked, but he eliminated in one office visit the possibility that I will recover on my own.
Even after I began questioning him, assuring him that I am "still healthy" and shit, he showed me how my pain was being created by producing it at will, with me lying flat on my back, in a moment just by pushing my hip joint into the areas where my ligament support has begun to fail.
This is a scary place for me to find myself. Every beating I have ever suffered has eventually healed and I became stronger for it. Every old injury has become tolerable in ways that have taught me a kind of humility in the occupation of my own corporal body. Everything I have ever suffered, except for my wisdom teeth growing back three time has been something that I could handle on my own.
This is "new ground" for me to tread. I am not going to be able to control this. It scares the fuck out of me!