(September 22, 2011 at 8:23 am)thesummerqueen Wrote: ... The pain was overwhelming - 2 hours under the needle after waiting all day, no food, no drink (big mistake) - that was the closest I've ever come to fainting. I was swimming on waves of it - sometimes it made the world crystal clear and sometimes I guess I was swinging closer to fainting instead. When it was over, I felt like someone had worn Doc Martens and kicked me in the back repeatedly. I was in bed for two days. Swore I'd never do it again.
I've been through seven shoulder dislocations, each one successively more gruesome than the first, such that the final result required surgery.
How anyone can find pain to be addictive clearly hasn't endured enough internal pain and is a sucker for external pain.
You get a new appreciation for pain as the spaghetti-ized ligaments in your shoulder swell up over the broken, sharp cartilage, ripping them more.
Trust me, I endured several hours of non-treatment because I had the bad luck to time myself with an ambulance carrying car accident patients.
Slave to the Patriarchy no more
