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I dislocated my shoulder on Monday sweatdrop
This comes not even six months after I fractured my toe.
Similar setting, I was at the gym. This time I was doing the overhead shoulder press with a bar. Normally I go for super light weights and don't push too much harder, but I hit a new max weight on my back squat (two plates on each side for about 5 reps -- note to self...keep programming plenty of split squats, heavy barbells step-ups and lunges into your leg days...they're definitely working wonders) and weighed in at around 162 lbs so I might've been feeling myself a bit -- so I stuck two 25 lbs plates on the bar (one for each side) for the overhead shoulder press.
Now mind you...I might've had 20 lbs on each side just before then and I felt how unnatural it felt just getting the bar off the rack. I contemplated for a bit on whether or not I should do it and ultimately decided to try it out...bad move.
I don't think I even got to do a rep before my I felt something pop out of place and I had to drop the bar into the rack slots in front of me before I ran to the bathroom trying to rotate whatever popped out, back into place to no avail.
I felt dizzy and weak, almost like I was overheating. I laid on the floor in the gym bathroom writhing in pain. One white boy didn't even look my way and it took the wheelchair homie to go get someone to help me out. Another tall older gentleman came in, assessed the situation and ran to go get one of the trainers (the tall-ish, muscular dark skinned dude whom I discovered had an Caribbean accent). I was hoping that he could rotate it back in, but he called the paramedics instead...I'm assuming they came from the fire station around the corner.
The medics arrived and tried to rotate it back into place, but at that point I believe my muscles had already started to tighten and spasm, making it that much more difficult to rotate it back regularly. I really did have a feeling that if it would've gotten taken care of right when it happened, it wouldn't have been as big of a drama, but since I was laying on the floor for a good 25 minutes...it was too much time for my nerves to feel the pain and respond through my joints and muscles.
So the medics called a third-party transport to take me to GW Hospital, a small ambulance...but it wasn't really an ambulance since it literally transported me to the hospital...for all that I could've called an uber but laying down in it was helpful.
So if I'm guestimating, it was almost an hour between the injury and getting to the hospital. Once I got to the hospital, I was triaged on the stretcher (yes, I was on a stretcher...the drama chile,,,but it was the most comfortable position for me rather than getting up and having to experience the pain of readjusting my arm since moving my shoulder even a little bit hurt like hell xp ) and I had to wait for a room to be assigned before they took me there.
I don't really need to detail each step of the process but just know that I waited for quite some time before my arm got treated. Before then, they took X-Rays and stuck an IV in me and that's about it. If I got to the hospital before 9am (I remember chatting Petra at 8:32am that I was taking a sick day), they didn't start treating my arm until like...maybe 12 or 1pm...I can't remember but I know I was watching the time. The nurse and doctor said that there were two very sick patients that came in, which I get. They definitely take priority over a dumbass that was lifting too much, but damn...give me something to relieve the pain for a bit while I'm waiting. PLES. stressed I was literally laying there so sad because I was sitting in this excruciating pain at a damn hospital of all places....tf.
The treatment ended up being me laying on my stomach with my left arm hanging off the side with a weight attached to it. The doc wanted gravity and time to help maneuver some of the muscles and joints back into place after they were seemingly frozen out of place. Honestly, having my arm hang like that with a weigh pulling it hurt more than before...there were a few times I had to detach the weight because it hurt so much...s**t...I got caught with it detached and got yelled at lol so whenever I needed a break after that I detached it for a little while and reattached it.
So after what seemed like forever, they finally came back...injected some muscle relaxer in my right arm (I think that was before the weight was attached, it relieved a little pain, but only a little), injected some pain reliever/numbing stuff in my right arm and the doctor felt around my shoulder muscle until she was able to push that bih back into socket...and the pain mysteriously faded away after that.
After the whole ordeal (and the pain relievers) I passed out for a while until I woke up and was able to be discharged. I texted Cortes at around 2:30pm and told him that I'd meet him at his job and we'd uber home together. He actually checked on me earlier in the day and now that I think about it...I should've texted him about the injury first. Blah.
But that was my harrowing experience. It kinda bothers me that a 15-minute situation of popping my should back into socket turned into a 6-7 hour ordeal at the hospital. Blah. But whatevs...i'll be expecting my $100 hospital bill in the mail soon enough. I just can't wait to get back to the gym...I still have trouble lifting my arm up but it's getting better everyday. At best I'll be back by Friday...at worse by Monday. Either way, it's all love and it really could've been much worse than it really was heart
One Love heart
Ryo
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Ryonosuke · Wed Feb 24, 2021 @ 11:14pm · 0 Comments |
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