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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BiggusGeekus" data-source="post: 2489616" data-attributes="member: 1014">On a skiing trip with my Dad, I slammed into a tree.  Sometimes I tell people I broke my arm, other times I tell them I broke my shoulder.  What happened was that the ball of the ball-and-socket joint in my upper left arm had been smashed and was fragmented.  As a matter of pride, I managed to ski the rest of the way down the slope and got over to First Aid.  Dig this, the nurse there told me that my arm was dislocated and I should just slam it against a door fram to knock it back into place.  Obviously, she had seen too many Lethal Weapon movies.  The doctor was a little more cautious and told me to go to a hospital to get it x-rayed.  I felt bad when I got to the hospital because the only people who were in emergency was me and this 12-year-old kid whose parents let him use a snowblower unattended.  A rock got stuck in the snowblower, jamming it.  The kid reached in to dislodge it and lost three of his fingers.  The docs felt they could reattach one of them.  So I didn't really complain much.When they got around to looking at my x-rays, they basically realized there was nothing they could do for me, but put me on painkillers.  The only way to immobilize that joint wsa to put me in an upper body cast, which I refused because it would mean I couldn't type, which means I would have no job.  My Dad drove me back to the hotel.  The next morning, I had to go home.  My Dad offered to drive me, but we were in West Virginia, I live in Washington DC and he lives in Ohio.  Opposite directions.I do the drive back home.  I can't take the painkillers, because I can't fall asleep at the wheel.  It was a six hour drive.  I did it in eight because I wasn't going to take chances.  By the time I got home I was in so much pain, I had to ask someone else to park my car.  I staggered up to my appartment, got home, and ... discovered that the bastage who gave me my painkillers put them in a childproof bottle.  I had to bang the cap off against the edge of the kitchen counter.  The pills scattered everywhere.  I took 150% of the reccomended dosage and downed it with Bacardi rum.Ten years later, the shoulder still hurts.</blockquote>

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