First off, Oxycodone RULES.
Secondly, I’m beginning to think that I need a slightly less injury prone sport. At the very least,
Anyway, got thrown at Judo today: Landed on my shoulder and face. The note from the ER says that I have an “Acromio Clavicular Joint Dislocation”, third degree, in my left shoulder. Basically, the connective tissues that usually holds one piece of my shoulder *in* has gotten damaged, and now that piece of my shoulder is sorta popping *up*.
As usual, Wikipedia has good writeup. Sounds like I’m f-ed for 6 to 12 weeks, and I may have a party-trick bump on my shoulder for life.
As soon as I fell, I heard the *pop*, said fuck, and went to sit. I got my jacket off, and both Jen and Jay looked at my shoulder with the universal “that don’t look right” look on their faces. I felt along the top and found the aforementioned bone as a lump about 3/4 of the way towards my shoulder from my neck.
One of the guys taking class was also taking an EMT course, and he ran to his bag to get the anatomy book. I let him tie my belt on as a sling. Very nice guy, but I could see the enthusiasm in his eyes – and I knew we had to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
Jen took me to the ER (we flipped a coin for who would drive). They shunted me to urgent care, who sent me for X-Rays. Then I got a note saying basically “take two of these and call an orthopedist in the morning.” I was a little pissed at first that there was no “pop it back in place, and it’ll hurt like hell but you’ll be good to go” solution. Then the drugs kicked in. I think capital_l described it as “the whole world taking a step back, and your ability to give a damn getting turned way down.” That’s about it. Still hurts, I just don’t really care right now.
And, with that, as
NURGGKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK …..
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