As I got on I-15 heading for ultimate frisbee at Murray Park, I realized I'd forgotten to put on suncreen. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and if we played well past 12:00 as expected, I could expect to burn a little.
As it tuned out, I didn't have to worry about that. Chasing Ellis down ten minutes into the game, I somehow couldn't keep my feet in front of me and I hit the ground. I tried to roll but I was too slow and came down hard on my right shoulder. It felt like my shoulder exploded with pain. I knew immediately that this was not a shake-it-off-and-keep-playing pain. When I could stand, I headed off the field, answering "No" to the players asking if I was okay. At least one looked skeptical; it probably was not a very impressive fall.
I headed for the IHC instacare about 9000 S and 700 E. It took half an hour with the construction-retarded traffic. I got an ice pack there, but they told me they wouldn't take my Blue Cross insurance and besides, they had an hour plus wait. So I called down to the BCBS instacare on 123rd S and they only had a 15 minute wait. I headed down.
To make a long story short, I waited, they took some x-rays, I waited some more, and they concluded that nothing was broken but I had an AC separation, and put a sling on me. That was about 11:45, 1.5 hours after the injury with the worst pain I can remember. (Damn IHC.)
I took the babysitter home. Rachel was at a bridal shower and had left her phone on the counter. (She didn't know the babysitter had her own.) I was hoping to avoid more driving, which hurt, but at 1:15 Rachel was still not home and the pain was driving me crazy, so I dropped the kids off at our neighbor's -- Rachel had the car seats -- and left to pick up my lortab.
Rachel got home before I did. "Where are the kids?" "At the neighbor's." "What?!" Rachel sounded pissed. I think she thought I must have told the babysitter to leave them there so I could play more frisbee, so I quickly told her what happened.
Today there's a lot less pain as long as I'm careful not to move it at all. I'm going to see a specialist tomorrow and see how long I'll be in this sling.
2 comments:
Sorry, Jon, the fall wasn't that impressive--there wasn't even any contact. Hope you feel better.
Also, during the first 10 minutes of guarding me, you knocked down a pass thrown to me, one that I was sure you couldn't get to. Good job.
Crud. Shoulder injuries are the worst.
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