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Inspired by a post about fat goof / Aspinall situation I'm making this thread.
I know it will be light considering other people situations but it still is something that angers me.
Few years ago I found myself in a streetfight with a buddy and a bunch of young shitheads. Being more than drunk gravity was my main enemy and I ended up with a fucked shoulder and a handful of a jacket while they were fleeing like flies.
Buddy seeing me not on a good state called a taxi to gtfo.
Next morning, in a drunken stupor, I'm awaken by acute pain on my right shoulder. It doesn't feel right or aligned at all. I call screaming to my room mate only to see my yesterday buddy comming and slowly remembering the night before.
In a still drunk rambo moment I make him pull my arm on the good axis and clunk there it goes, the shoulder is back in place.
The next day, having some strange cracks and lingering pain I call the health services, telling the whole story, wich advise me to do a scan. I do a scan and they tell me that the bones are in place and to move my shoulder a lot so it gets better. I tell them that yes, the bones are in place cause we put them back there, they tell me that's not possible and to use it a lot
3 weeks of this and a house move later it only gets worse. I go see a doctor, wich leads me to an mri, wich leads me to this : "yeah, your shoulder have clearly been dislocated and you did good to act quick" " ok so what should I do ?" "You shouldn't have used this shoulder for three weeks"
The fucking rage I still have about those nurses that didn't listened to me one second and do the opposite of what I was supposed to do to heal is still there ...
I know it will be light considering other people situations but it still is something that angers me.
Few years ago I found myself in a streetfight with a buddy and a bunch of young shitheads. Being more than drunk gravity was my main enemy and I ended up with a fucked shoulder and a handful of a jacket while they were fleeing like flies.
Buddy seeing me not on a good state called a taxi to gtfo.
Next morning, in a drunken stupor, I'm awaken by acute pain on my right shoulder. It doesn't feel right or aligned at all. I call screaming to my room mate only to see my yesterday buddy comming and slowly remembering the night before.
In a still drunk rambo moment I make him pull my arm on the good axis and clunk there it goes, the shoulder is back in place.
The next day, having some strange cracks and lingering pain I call the health services, telling the whole story, wich advise me to do a scan. I do a scan and they tell me that the bones are in place and to move my shoulder a lot so it gets better. I tell them that yes, the bones are in place cause we put them back there, they tell me that's not possible and to use it a lot
3 weeks of this and a house move later it only gets worse. I go see a doctor, wich leads me to an mri, wich leads me to this : "yeah, your shoulder have clearly been dislocated and you did good to act quick" " ok so what should I do ?" "You shouldn't have used this shoulder for three weeks"
The fucking rage I still have about those nurses that didn't listened to me one second and do the opposite of what I was supposed to do to heal is still there ...
