single handly broke myself
For the past week… it was one hell of a week. A 7 year old injury had finally resurfaced itself and came to greet me once more. For those people that knew me 7 years ago, I popped my right should, stretched my ligament, dislocated it right out of its socket… It was a peaceful night when I was just enjoying my 2-on-2 badminton at Bayview Secondary School, perhaps it was lack of warm up and a bad posture in the air had let me losing connection with my right arm.
My experience:
Tuesday night as soon as I dislocated my shoulder the badminton manager Jack immediately called the ambulance. This is a good move, despite what kind of injury, if it causes pain, call 911 right away. Two ambulance ladies came in found me sitting on the floor groaning to my pain started to ask me the standard questions. I find them really pushy, I mean being the injured person they treated me as if I’m a little kid that doesn’t speak English. And another thing is if they are rushing to go somewhere; I was in extreme pain and they kept hurrying me to stand up and sit my ass on their stretch. If pain could cause a person to shake uncontrollably, let him/her some time to find firm steps to stand and sit down on the stretch; don’t be pushy!
The ride to the hospital was bumpy, due to bad road condition, as it shakes more pain crawls up my spine… As we arrived to the hospital, same thing, pushy pushy pushy. The nurse that took care of me is much better, she knew what she’s doing and other staffs that brought me to x-ray and back are extremely nice too. I was glad they had upgraded their x-ray machine, i no longer had to stand up this time, lying flat was all I had to do. (Yes, I had done this before and yes, lying flat is harder than it sounds when the injury is so close to your spine, very muscles hurt)
The first doctor that came in, introduced himself, was a very cocky individual. I don’t know, I mean you do not have to show authority because you already told me you are a doctor and I respect that, no need to give me attitudes. The second doctor that came in was the actual person that put my arm back into its rightful place. The second doctor sounds much more experienced and had a very calm voice. I couldn’t see their faces clearly because my glasses was off, but I was glad the night was over, it was 2pm in the morning.
I could finally type with both hands, after a whole week of left handed life. I could freely move half of my right arm, but lifting it up is still a big challenge.
Thank you all whom have been there for me, both mentally and physically, I appreciate them all.



