My Shoulders Suck
Here is some more medical buffoonery that yours truly has enjoyed over the past two months. I know we need doctors and the establishments that feed and support them. I just wish all of that wasn’t so necessary…
By now you well know that everything sandpapers my balls, and this month I have more for you. The interesting thing about this edition of sandpaper is that it’s not quite my balls being sandpapered, not exactly. No, today my shoulders hurt, and I’ve learned why: torn rotator cuffs. All right, I suppose you could say my shoulders are sandpapering my balls, but… okay, I’ll move on.
Flash back two years. I get twinges of ouch from my shoulders now and then. Over time, the twinges grow into full-on gasp-producing shocks of pain. Finally, while doing some pushups (Army shit, yo’) in my kitchen, something pops and I examine my cheap vinyl floor’s state of cleanliness at close range. This is a problem. Luckily I was within my ‘good’ arm’s reach of the fridge so I could pour beer in it and make it better. Sort of.
This time, things didn’t get better. Later on, after I slipped on sheet ice and body-slammed myself, the other shoulder was toast. I realized I’d have to face my old Nemesis: Army Doctor. Please believe me when I tell you that this shit is just never easy.
One aspect I hate is the CYA (Cover Your Ass) questionnaire I fill out every time I go for a follow-up appointment. Here’s a sample of some of the questions and answers:
SEX: – That would be great.
DO YOU USE TOBACCO PRODUCTS? – Yes.
HOW MUCH TOBACCO PER DAY? – Lots.
HAVE YOU FELT DEPRESSED OR SAD LATELY? – Yes, see question about sex.
DO YOU DRINK ALCOHOL? – No, I guzzle it.
ARE YOU IN PAIN? – You’re asking me this in an orthopedic clinic?
Thus far, I’ve suffered through this questionnaire seven times. Nobody seems to notice my Rantalicious answers. Either that, or nobody will have sex with me. I’ve been examined, tested, x-rayed, and MRI’d. I will admit that the MRI turned out to be a really great experience. The technician loved me.
TECH: Have you removed all metal objects from yourself?
RANTS: I think so.
TECH: You think so? Do you need to check?
RANTS: No, I just don’t know if that alien anal probe thing is actually metal or not.
TECH: *rolls eyes* Okay lay back and remain perfectly still.
RANTS: Can I take a nap in there?
Each shoulder took twenty minutes while the MRI gadgetron did its thing. I took a nap, which was very restful. The tech noted that nobody had ever fallen asleep in an MRI before in his experience. I remarked that it was a lot like a coffin, but much louder.
The last visit introduced me to ‘my’ orthopedic surgeon, who blew into the room and declared both of my rotator cuffs to be toast. He then noted I’d have the arm in a sling for five weeks and described the procedure.
SURGEON: How did this happen?
RANTS: Well the first one I was drunk and tripped while dragging a tree branch back to make into firewood.
SURG: Uh huh. And your left one?
RANTS: I was drunk and slipped on that ice we had back a month or so ago.
SURG: Hmm. I’m seeing a trend related to self-medication.
RANTS: Cool, you’re a psychiatrist too! You can help me with this violent temper triggered by my PTSD.
SURG: Uhm…
RANTS: So I guess this sling deal means no jacking off, doesn’t it?
I’m not looking forward to being half-dicapped on alternating sides of my body for a total of ten weeks. Then again, I’m getting sick of waking up because I’m sleeping on my shoulder. The popping sounds that come from the joints when I stretch are beginning to make mom sick, too. Wish me luck. This is going to get interesting.
January 31, 2014 at 05:46
How will this affect your ability to type? I see your sardonic wit hasn’t suffered a bit. Thank goodness for that.
January 31, 2014 at 05:50
That remains to be seen. The doc said I can rest my wing on the desk.
January 31, 2014 at 05:52
Was ‘affect’ correct or is it ‘effect?’ I never get it right.
Thank God you have decent healthcare and can see a proper doctor. If something like that happens to me, I’m fucked.
January 31, 2014 at 06:14
Uhm, ‘affect’ is usually the verb… unless you effect change… stupid English.
January 31, 2014 at 07:21
::swoon::
January 31, 2014 at 07:47
Huh?
January 31, 2014 at 07:50
This isn’t self-promotion. Just a quicker way of explaining. Feel free to take down this comment after reading.
I wrote this on my other blog a few days ago: http://quietlywritingnoise.com/2014/01/27/complementary-thoughts-for-bloggers-who-write-take-two/
January 31, 2014 at 07:56
Oh. I’m an asshole nazi dick when it comes to grammar sometimes. Affect/effect is a very tricky pair – they’re both useable as verbs and objects, depending. My #1 pisser: the plural of “Sergeant Major” …
January 31, 2014 at 07:57
Is it like Attorneys General?
January 31, 2014 at 08:21
Precisely.
January 31, 2014 at 06:43
Looks like you’re gonna hafta switch hit there, Mantle.
January 31, 2014 at 07:46
Luckily, I don’t play baseball.
January 31, 2014 at 08:19
Ba dum bum.
January 31, 2014 at 08:22
*ironic trombone*
January 31, 2014 at 06:53
Not pressing like for obvious reasons. Good luck and hope you heal quickly.
January 31, 2014 at 07:47
It’s just a flesh wound, don’t worry.
January 31, 2014 at 08:11
I will. Lol at word usage. The principal is my PAL, principle is the rule. Stationary can be thought of as a ladder against a building, not paper which is stationery. Hundreds of others. I do my best, but thank the minds of our future that I don’t teach.
January 31, 2014 at 08:21
Same goes for me. I can do it but not explain it.
February 1, 2014 at 17:56
You are an enigma…Today is your birthday? Happy Fucking Birthday. All of my remaining alcohol will be consumed in your honor.
February 1, 2014 at 19:56
Nobody said today was my birthday… but we’re within small-arms support range of it.
February 1, 2014 at 20:06
Someone in the comments alluded to the fact that it was…is it within days? I have several relatives who will be one year older within the next few days…
February 1, 2014 at 22:31
Within artillery range of it. How’s that?
February 2, 2014 at 01:28
Does the number of miles convert to days? If you shoot the artillery, will it sail way past or land near? At least you have an idea. I just say that I hatched.
February 2, 2014 at 08:27
No, not really. It’s hard to prove because they threw the test tube away.
February 2, 2014 at 09:07
Some scientist still recorded it. Four decades ago, that was still way experimental. The shell from where I came is long gone or eaten.
February 2, 2014 at 09:34
Hmm.
February 2, 2014 at 10:26
Nods. Happy Birthday.
February 2, 2014 at 11:32
🙂
February 2, 2014 at 11:51
:-). K
January 31, 2014 at 07:31
I’m not sure ‘liking’ this is appropriate. It totally sucks. Take care.
January 31, 2014 at 07:48
It is what it is. I’ll take the like!
January 31, 2014 at 07:38
Booo to the shoulder! Yay to the funny question responses! That’s all I’ve got.
January 31, 2014 at 07:48
Both shoulders, actually, but thanks!
January 31, 2014 at 08:08
Oh…er…yeah, well…ooh I’ve got it!…in the UK we use the word “shoulder” singular, whether we are referring to one or both shoulders…um…I mean…one or both shoulder.
January 31, 2014 at 08:20
There’s a Brit-ism I didn’t know. Bugger me!
January 31, 2014 at 08:55
Good luck, Rants. Sorry you won’t be able to Beat It for two and a half months.
January 31, 2014 at 09:02
Yikes…two and a half months without “alone” time??
Hey Twindaddy, I think we should take up a collection to buy Rants a woman, or at least rent him one for a while.
So what’s your pleasure, Rants? Blondes, brunettes…dudes???
😉
January 31, 2014 at 09:03
I deem this a worthy cause. I’m sure we can find support from the WP masses.
January 31, 2014 at 21:32
I really like Rants, but there are some things I just won’t do…sorry.
January 31, 2014 at 22:18
*sits by like shrink-wrapped hamburger*
January 31, 2014 at 22:29
Oh what the hell. I’ll do ya, Rants.
January 31, 2014 at 22:54
Really!?! Really, H.E.? Wait, I thought you were a guy…
January 31, 2014 at 22:57
Uh…does it matter if I am? Just kidding. My cock is barely noticeable.
January 31, 2014 at 23:00
Noticeable? Guess it doesn’t matter. Bring it. Hope you can take me.
January 31, 2014 at 23:06
Really? Wow…I guess it really HAS been a long time.
January 31, 2014 at 23:15
Since 2011.
January 31, 2014 at 23:32
I have no words.
February 1, 2014 at 01:51
Help?
January 31, 2014 at 22:28
I’m laughing in spite of myself bc you are making fun?
January 31, 2014 at 22:38
Who’s making fun? Me?
No, not at all. I’d gladly do Rants.
January 31, 2014 at 22:54
I’m buying an airplane ticket now, H.E. …
January 31, 2014 at 22:58
Wow, H.E., this is going to be really good… and really fast. Been a while, you know.
January 31, 2014 at 22:53
Making fun? Yes. I’m ground beef…no pork, ’cause I’m white. Really, really white.
January 31, 2014 at 12:29
Trekkie Cosplay fangirls.
January 31, 2014 at 12:34
I have no idea what those words mean.
January 31, 2014 at 12:56
Of course not. You’re not a dork.
February 1, 2014 at 07:31
H. E. Laughing. Have fun.
Rants. Hilarious. A former coworker gave me a play by play as they were taking their trash out yesterday in 20 degree weather…In shorts and they told me not to blind myself while looking at their white, white legs.
February 1, 2014 at 09:53
You make corpse-white legs sound like it’s a bad thing…
February 1, 2014 at 13:36
Actually, corpse-white legs are a good thing… because melanoma will turn you into a corpse.
I told him to be careful bc there’d be no way I could find him if he fell in the snow.
February 1, 2014 at 15:02
Fucking hilarious. Yes, I look like a walking corpse.
January 31, 2014 at 10:18
Don’t worry. The great thing about being over 40 is that this issue really only applies once within that time anyway.
January 31, 2014 at 10:40
Sorry?
January 31, 2014 at 10:50
No, but thanks.
January 31, 2014 at 11:56
No problem.
January 31, 2014 at 12:27
🙂
January 31, 2014 at 10:36
Hilarious
January 31, 2014 at 10:51
We shall see.
January 31, 2014 at 10:46
I see pain meds in your future.
Lucky bastard.
January 31, 2014 at 10:51
Do not like. They make me pee. Excessively.
January 31, 2014 at 11:59
I tore the rotator cuff in my left shoulder tripping over a dog toy in the middle of the night – isn’t it amazing how easily they can get damaged? Unfortunately, this was when I lived in the bush of NW Ont & I didn’t get to see a doctor for many moons & by then they couldn’t really do anything with it. Just last night it was still bothering me! I hope you do better!
January 31, 2014 at 12:27
At least it wasn’t a Lego!
January 31, 2014 at 13:55
Sucky! I’m so sorry, Rants. Glad you’ll be pain-free in a few months. And least this won’t impede all that beer drinking…
January 31, 2014 at 19:09
I’ll invent a fucking system of straws and tubes and Camelbak things before I stop drinking beer. Dammit.
January 31, 2014 at 15:25
hmm I always thought it was rotator cup not cuff. Damn you made me learn something today.
January 31, 2014 at 19:08
You’re welcome! Hope it wasn’t painful like it was for me.
February 1, 2014 at 10:01
Hey Rant Dude…I wasn’t sure how to send you a real message but wanted to wish you a happy birthday! Hope all is well. Rant on, brother.
February 1, 2014 at 14:59
Birthday? What is the calendar event you speak of?
February 1, 2014 at 11:41
Dude, I feel your pain. I had shoulder surgery in high school to remove a bone spur that was digging into my rotator cuff. Now I need surgery on my other shoulder because I’m pretty sure I separated it. I feel ya! Sleep sucks, but pain meds are great!!! Good luck.
February 1, 2014 at 15:01
I’m really not hyped on the meds. Hate them… modify my consciousness.
February 1, 2014 at 20:11
I only take them at night…I inhale anti inflammatories during the day
February 1, 2014 at 22:31
Oh.. I thought you were talking about my… other… meds.
February 1, 2014 at 12:43
I hate going to the doctor, but if it takes away the pain – it’s probably for the best!
February 1, 2014 at 15:03
I don’t mind the pain, actually. What bothers me is when the shoulder comes all out of the socket and I drop shit. THAT asses me the fuck up.
February 2, 2014 at 22:26
I think I’ve discovered your problem. Your lips should suck. Your nostrils should suck. Your butthole, with lotsa practice, can suck. But if your shoulders are sucking, you might want to have yourself checked for leaks.
What’s that? “Suck” as in something lousy or crappy?
AH, heck, my statement stands. Just move the examination for leaks about a foot higher… 😉
February 3, 2014 at 05:41
I’ll mention it to the doctor.
February 15, 2014 at 08:43
Hope the shoulders heal fast and you are back to fully functional jerking soon.
In the meantime, are you flexible enough to use your feet? Just a thought…
February 15, 2014 at 08:46
Not at all… shit… that makes it sound like I’ve tried.
February 15, 2014 at 08:48
Well you have clearly dispelled that ugly rumor now!
Here’s to hoping you stumble blind-drunk into a dimly lit massage parlor and enjoy a happy, if unexpected, ending.
February 15, 2014 at 08:54
That’s a technique, I guess.
February 15, 2014 at 08:56
I can’t speak from experience, but I’m pretty sure they use hands and not feet.
February 15, 2014 at 08:57
I definitely wouldn’t know.
February 15, 2014 at 08:59
And even if you did know, the alcohol would ensure you would not remember.
February 15, 2014 at 09:08
I can’t get that drunk.