Friday, January 6, 2012



I just hit post blog before I wrote anything. All I had was "So". Hum. I'm stupid.

Oooookay! So!

I'm gonna tell you the full and complete story of the dislocating of my shoulder! *sarcastic cheer*

Elena and I were at our friends' house, having a sleepover. Now, for those of you who don't know this , Jessica and Joy (the friends mentioned) do daycare. All the time. And Elena and I of course helped out.

(Not that is was hard. Most of the kids were well behaved and hilarious and adorable.)

There were these two kids... I can't remember their names... um.... I'll call the boy "Boy" and the girl "Girl". Not that hard to follow, right? Riiiight?

Anyhoo, Girl had to be picked up from school, which wasn't that far away. Walkable distance. And of course we all wanted to get out of the house for a bit, so we left early so we could walk slow and talk.

Now, keep in mind, surrounding the school is a bowl of a hill. Hill allllllll around. One time, Jessica, Joy, Elena and I were walking to the park, we had all run down one part of the hill. And it was awesome.

So, as we came to Girl's school, I remembered this one time that we had all run down the hill. And I remembered it was awesome. And fun. And awesome.

As I said, it was a bowl around the school. I decided I wanted to run down the hill to the school for kicks.

I stood at the top of the large hill, debating.

Then Elena said, "Go. Do it."

So I did.

At first, everything was going fine. I liked the wind in my face, and the thrill of running down a bowl...ah...hill.

Buuut... I couldn't keep up with my legs.

I fell face first. (at least I assume I did...)

I heard a pop, and warning signals flashed through my brain, telling me that there was something wrong with my shoulder, but since I didn't feel anything, I ignored the warnings and got up. Everyone was laughing. Including me.

"Man," I thought to myself, "I must've looked like an idiot falling down. Ooooh no! My pretty while shirt! I hope it isn't grass stained."

As I got up, the warnings got louder.

"Are you okay?" Elena yelled from the top of the hill.

"Uuuuuuuuuummmm." I put my hand to my left shoulder, and the bone that was supposed to be there wasn't. "N-no..." I then noticed I couldn't bend the fingers on my left hand. "Nooo..I don't think so..." And then I noticed I couldn't lift my left arm. "Guys...something's really wrong!" I yelled. Then the numbness started going away, and I felt a stab of pain. "Ow! Oh no! No, I'm not okay! Something's wrong!"

Elena was by my side, by that time. She started coming down the hill at my first "no".

I had lifted my arm across my chest and was holding it, but it hurt like heck.

"ELENA!! HOLD MY ARM! HOLD MY ARM!!" and she did. She grabbed it quickly.
How it was held was, my elbow was in line with my shoulder, and then my forearm was out straight.
"PUT IT DOWN MORE!!" I screamed. She did. "TOO LOW TOO LOW TOO LOW!!!"

Finally she got it at a place it was tolerable.

I don't remember who asked, but someone said, "So what do you think is wrong?"

"I...I think I" I gasped.

Then there was some back and forth chitter-chatter about what parent could take my to the hospital and what-not.

Now, bear in mind that I have a high pain tolerance. Probably from being stubborn. But this really rrreeeeaaally hurt.

And I hyperventilated. Between gasps I said ow. And a couple of tears came out. Not many though.

At times I'd tell Elena to adjust my arm, higher or lower.

So, there I am, not able to lift my arm or bend my fingers, but to make matters worse I felt awful that someone had to carry my arm.

"Are you okay?" I kept asking Elena.

"Yes." she'd reply.

"Are your arms getting tired?"


"But you're carrying my arm."


"Are you sure they're not tired?"


I don't know how many times I asked her if her arms were okay. I think I kept asking because I knew they were tired. And I felt really bad.

Well, soon we came to the Cliffords' house. Mrs.Clifford wasn't home, because she was doing her bus-run. So we'd have to wait.

Elena gently escorted me to the kitchen table. And as I slowly sat in my chair, she put my arm on the table. It hurt.

Mrs. Clifford didn't have a cellphone, and Mr. Clifford was at work.

"Mom'll be home by 2:30 time." Jessica said. (I don't really remember what time it was, but it was around there.)

So everyone sat at the table. Except Elena. Elena wandered behind me.

"Oooh," she said, "She's crooked."

"Don't tell me THAT!!" I sobbed. Because I knew if it was dislocated I'd have to have it cracked back in place. And Elena and I watch a hospital show and we both remembered the episode when someone had a dislocated something that needed to be popped back in. And the doctor who popped it back in said "This is gonna hurt a lot, buddy." and when she cracked it back in place the person SCREAMED in so much pain.

So I was terrified my shoulder really WAS dislocated. Which I knew it was. So I was not in the most agreeable mood.

Sure enough, though, Mrs.Clifford arrived at 2:30. The girls told her everything.
"Well, I can't take her." Mrs.Clifford said. "I have to leave again in 15 minutes and finish my school run. You'll have to wait until Mr.Clifford comes home."

(Oh, by this time I had frozen peas on my shoulder, which was helping a little.)
Mrs. Clifford called home, and Dad answered. She quickly told him everything. There was a little pause, then Mrs. Clifford turned to me. "Your dad says you're a goof."

I smiled. "I know he does." I said.

Then mom talked to Mrs.Clifford. Then mom wanted to talk to me.

I was done crying, by that time. All I wanted to do was sleep. And barf. And sleep.

I don't remember what mom and I said, but I remember some parts.

"Do you want me to come down?" Mom asked.

"No." I said.

"I can, you know."

"I know. But you don't have to."

"Are you sure? I can come down and take you to the hospital. And I can be there in like, 45 minutes if there's no cops."

I smiled a little. "I know. But you don't have to."

"Do you want to stay at the Cliffords after you go to the hospital?" Mom asked.

"Yes." I recall saying it in a "Du-uh" kind of way.

Mom laughed. "And you know if I come down I'll make you come home with me?"



And I don't remember any more of the conversation.

Mrs.Clifford then started talking to me. "Maybe it's not really dislocated. Maybe it just hurts."

I know she was trying to cheer me up, but the thoughts that went through my head were "It better be dislocated! I had to have someone carry my arm home for me, and I heard a pop and everything! And I told my mother I thought it was dislocated, so it better be!"

Another silence followed. Then Mrs.Clifford informed us Mr.Clifford would be here in 15 minutes(or something like that) and she left to finish her bus-route.

The Cliffords are very good with time. Mr. Clifford arrived exactly when they said he would. Jessica and Elena (I think) ran out to tell him he had to take me to the hospital and all that jazz.

"Is one of you coming with her?" he asked.

I thought Elena would be the first to say "ME!" but no. In fact Elena didn't want to go at all.
As I said earlier, we watched the episode where the guy had the dislocated blah blah blah, and Elena knew that it would be a lot of pain for me. And she didn't want to see that.

"I want to go." Joy said. I was happy that Joy came along. (Elena and Jessica still had to pick up Girl from school.)

Elena came to my side with the look of dread. She had to pick up my arm again.
"I can't do it! I can't!" I said. My shoulder was in so much pain the thought of moving it made me sick.
Nevertheless, Elena eversogently grabbed my arm. And with much jaw-clenching and teeth-grinding and gasping, I stood. A wave of sickness hit me.

"I-I think I might barf." I choked.

Joy ran and grabbed me a bowl for the car trip, and a pillow to support my arm.

Elena and I started to walk out. About three feet from the car I told Elena to stop. I thought I was really going to barf. I didn't want to get in the car, I wanted to wait a couple more minutes and clear my head. But Elena told me I had to go the hospital and made me get in the car.

Now, getting in the car was SO. MUCH. FUN. (sarcasm)

I got in the passenger side, and my left shoulder was dislocated. Hmmm. Oh boy.

Mr.Clifford was sitting in the driver seat, waiting for my arm. Elena was trying to get my arm in as far as she could, but she couldn't pass it all the way to Mr.Clifford.

"GRAB MY ARM GRAB MY ARM GRAB MY ARM!!!" I yelled. Mr.Clifford did. "PUT IT DOWN!" I cried. He did. Gently on the pillow. I sighed with relief. It felt less painful on the pillow. It was like, the perfect spot. And, after getting my seat belt on, we were off!

I'm gonna take a break now. I started this when it was light out. It's not anymore. I'm gonna be evil and make you wait awhile for the next part. Mwahahahaha!
Thus ends part one of my blog. :)


  1. I can just picture then reaching through the car to try and grab your useless arm. I'm sure it was awful at the time, but it's a hilarious picture in my mind. ;) :P

  2. poor thing. Hurry up and tell the rest. The picture in my mind is so much more gruesome....maybe I'll have to draw it for you.

  3. I DID NOT SAY "Go. Do it." I said "Go ahead."

    As in, if you want. Tell it RIGHT.

  4. I want to read the rest of the story.