Jul 28, 2007 12:57
so my shoulder pops out of joint occassionally. I can do my push ups at a fast rate but if I move my arm a certain way, my shoulder dislocates my arm goes numb I scream out in pain and kind of pop my shoulder back into place. Reaching for the alarm clock is one of the movements, so my wife has woken up to me screaming hatekilldestroy numerous times over the last couple years.
Ok, so I discover I have a torn rotater cuff. After six months of missed appointments and various excuses I get an M.R.I. thursday around midnight. The M.R.I. is one of the surrealist things I've experienced in my life. I felt like I was being baked in an egg shell white cocoon for 50 minutes. The contraster they injected me with seemed simple enough, a dye that will let my circulatory system visually pop on the scans.
I get home around three that morning, intent to get to work on time because I have a story to edit.
Alarm clock rings at seven... I feel fine... Get up to take a shower and all of a sudden the world is spinning like its the day after prom. I'm yacking, running into walls and can't tell where up and down is.
What the fuck is this?
It's saturday afternoon. I still can't walk around with out the vertigo. This is not right.