Well, here's me last saturday after separating my shoulder mountain biking...
It hurt, but the scotch helped. I'm not supposed to be drinking like that, but i was pumped full of endorphins and in a lot of pain and well away from any sharp objects so i figured, "what the fuck." I've been exercising impressive control, anyway... and it's been so easy! Natural, even.
I feel like there is a whole lot more to write about, but I'm just not in the mood... and i don't suppose it matters much, anyway.
meh.