I have not made this public knowledge for fear of concerning my husband who is currently out-of-state, but now that help has arrived in the form of my in-laws I can come clean… I have been slinged.
Remember my post about training for boxing? Yea, well, when a very uncoordinated, overly aggressive, and competitive woman starts training for boxing, bad things tend to follow.
Quiz time: What’s the injury?
- Dislocated shoulder while throwing punches at a heavy bag.
- Strained shoulder muscle from lifting weights.
- Torn shoulder muscle from wrestling with a 6 year old after shoulder was strained.
- All of the above.
If you chose all of the above… you must know me pretty well.
This is my third dislocation, so I know what that feels like. I went for a massage first in hopes that the shoulder muscle was just stressed, but he told me that it was more than tight and that it felt like I did something that needed to be checked out. The surprise: I was stubborn and didn’t go to the doctor. (Me, stubborn? Hmmm…) I popped some ibuprofen and moved on. But when I rolled over in my bed and felt vomit-level pain though, I knew it was time to suck it up.
The good news is that I can still type, obviously. I just have specific guidelines on how that is to happen for the next month or more. The bad news is that I look like a blooming idiot and I have to answer the same question 1,000 times. “What did you do?” I would much prefer the story to be along the lines of jumping out of an airplane, but a punching bag injury is better than hurting myself falling down the steps or something. (Doa… I guess I’ve done that before too. Dang it!)
So if you see me with a sling, now you know the story. If I choose to stretch it to wrestling with a gorilla or actually being in the middle of a fight when I knocked my opponent into a coma but my arm suffered from the intensity of the blow or something awesome like that, don’t roll your eyes too much. I’m a writer by nature so stretching the truth a bit is just part of the job. Just go with it.