OMG guys!
Sometimes being related to my sister doesn't suck! *waves cheerily at sister!* You know what I mean!
Okay so-- it goes like this.
When I was a wee child I had-- weak joints-- or maybe I was just a rough player. Anyway, over the course of my childhood I've dislocated both of my shoulders (at least once a piece) but I only really remember the one, the later one (oh I remember the stuff WAY later, but we're talking as kid here, 6 maybe 7) and that's kinda fuzzy around the edges. I mean, it's traumatic and painful so I'm not terribly surprised.
Apparently last night my mom told the story of my FIRST dislocated shoulder. Apparently the ER mistook it for a dislocated elbow (OMG do not ask, I do not know, really) and sent me home with a dislocated shoulder.
Okay let's pause to see if I can explain how much that shit hurts.
*thinks* Sharp, burning, cramping, continuously growing and throbbing even if you sit SO STILL YOUR HAIR DOESN'T MOVE.
That help? Okay, moving on.
So my mom and I had this little routine when I was a kid, I'd get hurt and she'd kiss it and tell me "It'll be better in a minute." And really, it worked remarkably well, because if you can the kid focused on time passing, most owwies ARE better in a minute. I apparently really took this to heart when I was younger and started saying it before my mom could.
*wee Ami hits her head*
*mom comes rushing* "Are you okay?"
"No, but I be better in 'minute!"
Aren't I adorable? Okay, moving on.
So I got sent home with a dislocated shoulder and too young to understand what's really going on. Apparently my mother spent the whole night on the couch with me (this is the part I only vaguely remember after my sister told me the story) repeating "It'll be better in a minute. It'll be better in a minute." Well the story ends with another trip to the ER in the wee hours of the morning.
Apparently I never said 'It'll be better in a minute' again.
Talk about childhood psychological trauma eh? Oh and we're betting that's the shoulder that likes to pop in and out with barely any pressure now and then.
So my sister who is menstrual has apparently been really sad about it since last night and relayed the story to me. I immediately snuggled my cat for comfort, because OMG, and she felt really bad for possibly scarring me for life.
So I'm getting this tea pot and this tea warmer because my sister wants to apologize on behalf of the medical establishment (and her own weird twisted guilt for reminding me) even though she's not quite part of the medical establishment.
Either way, they're REALLY awesome and I've been eyeing them since my own press got broken though *koff* prodigious use. And my sister is awesome for spending money she totally didn't have to spend!
Okay so-- it goes like this.
When I was a wee child I had-- weak joints-- or maybe I was just a rough player. Anyway, over the course of my childhood I've dislocated both of my shoulders (at least once a piece) but I only really remember the one, the later one (oh I remember the stuff WAY later, but we're talking as kid here, 6 maybe 7) and that's kinda fuzzy around the edges. I mean, it's traumatic and painful so I'm not terribly surprised.
Apparently last night my mom told the story of my FIRST dislocated shoulder. Apparently the ER mistook it for a dislocated elbow (OMG do not ask, I do not know, really) and sent me home with a dislocated shoulder.
Okay let's pause to see if I can explain how much that shit hurts.
*thinks* Sharp, burning, cramping, continuously growing and throbbing even if you sit SO STILL YOUR HAIR DOESN'T MOVE.
That help? Okay, moving on.
So my mom and I had this little routine when I was a kid, I'd get hurt and she'd kiss it and tell me "It'll be better in a minute." And really, it worked remarkably well, because if you can the kid focused on time passing, most owwies ARE better in a minute. I apparently really took this to heart when I was younger and started saying it before my mom could.
*wee Ami hits her head*
*mom comes rushing* "Are you okay?"
"No, but I be better in 'minute!"
Aren't I adorable? Okay, moving on.
So I got sent home with a dislocated shoulder and too young to understand what's really going on. Apparently my mother spent the whole night on the couch with me (this is the part I only vaguely remember after my sister told me the story) repeating "It'll be better in a minute. It'll be better in a minute." Well the story ends with another trip to the ER in the wee hours of the morning.
Apparently I never said 'It'll be better in a minute' again.
Talk about childhood psychological trauma eh? Oh and we're betting that's the shoulder that likes to pop in and out with barely any pressure now and then.
So my sister who is menstrual has apparently been really sad about it since last night and relayed the story to me. I immediately snuggled my cat for comfort, because OMG, and she felt really bad for possibly scarring me for life.
So I'm getting this tea pot and this tea warmer because my sister wants to apologize on behalf of the medical establishment (and her own weird twisted guilt for reminding me) even though she's not quite part of the medical establishment.
Either way, they're REALLY awesome and I've been eyeing them since my own press got broken though *koff* prodigious use. And my sister is awesome for spending money she totally didn't have to spend!