Gut Rumbles
 

May 17, 2006

i spoke too soon

Bejus! I was feeling a lot better today... UNTIL... I went out to my garden and moved my sprinkler. I reached down, picked it up, turned to move, and WHAM!!!!

The next thing I knew, I was on my knees in the dirt with a pain in my right shoulder that felt like I had been shot with a taser. I was electrified and temporarily blinded. I felt another episode of Tourette's Syndrome bubbling from my neck, but it got all choked-off and all I could do was croak like a sick bullfrog, and praise the ex-head-coach of Georgia Southern University: "ERRK!!!"

Got-Damn!!!!

So much for the success of the steroid shots...

Comments

Oh no! Struck down in the garden of Eden!

Posted by: Bonita on May 17, 2006 09:33 PM

I am not some new age wacko, but try taking YUCCA supplements. We used to give it to arthritic horses and got results. You can buy it at the health food store.

Posted by: staghounds on May 19, 2006 09:17 AM

Rob, them shoulders ain't going to get better unless you let some docs do their magic on them. Those fuckers do not fix themselves up, trust me.

I'm 26, and at the age of 17 I partially separated a shoulder during wrestling practice. The left shoulder was about 1" forward of where it should have been when I finally, after 3 days, asked a partner to check them out. I didn't even have to tell him what I THOUGHT was wrong, he knew as soon as he laid his hands on me.

I had a chiropractor throw it back into position. His advice was to not do ANYTHING with it but that wasn't going to happen -- I was just starting my Senior year of wrestling. I tore the damned thing out at least a hundred times during that season. Mostly in practice, but it happened in matches too.

I'd "shoot in" on a guy and he'd sprawl out, pretty much putting half their body weight on my shoulder joints. The left one would pop right out. This happened hundreds of times. I'd finish matches with my left arm behind my own back because the damned thing was useless. Hell, my coach pulled me off the mat a few times because I couldn't use my left arm anymore and wanted me "good" for the next week.

Nine years later, and guess what? That damned shoulder ain't one bit better than it was back then. If I sleep on that side the bastard slips out of joint. For me it isn't serious, but I do know that the damned thing will never, ever, heal itself.

If you don't like the doc you have, that's fine. I hate most docs myself, truth be told, and don't trust them. Swagger on down to the local university with a good wrestling team and ask THEM who they'd go to for such a problem. Somebody has likely dealt with this shit.

Around 1997 I met a wrestler from Michigan State Univeristy named Brian Piccolo. Bugger stunk as a high school wrestler, apparently, but made a real go at making the MSU team. Bastard ripped his shoulder out of joint every damned practice. He'd smash the thing back into socket and keep on trucking but after awhile he figured he needed it fixed. The coach was going to cut him, but didn't have the heart to do it. He kept him, Piccolo got his shoulder fixed up, and went on to be an All American wrestler.

Get that shit fixed, man. Get a good doctor because that is the only way it'll get fixed.

Posted by: Justin Buist on May 20, 2006 02:50 AM
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