Ouch!
I went to do some taijutsu training yesterday. The first training in a looooong time. I found this dojo in Eindhoven where I could try out. It was a free training just to see if I'd enjoy it.
So I got to train with this utter noob (I wore my white belt so people wouldn't know what to expect of me) and we trained under the watchful eye of a black belt called John.
At some point we were doing a technique which would end with one of us tossing the other over your own body while lying on your back on the floor. Now a little less than 20 years ago I bruised my solar plexus while being thrown that way, so it was not a technique that I had fond memories of. As the black belt at some point tossed me to demonstrate to the utter noob I was training with, I landed rather badly on my right shoulder.
Really badly.
As in: ouch, I'm gonna lie here and not move.
The dojo leader asked me if I was alright to which I answered "No, I don't think so."
After I gotten up he checked my shoulders and said "Yep, that doesn't look good."
I thought I had dislocated my shoulder (I've never dislocated my shoulder before so I didn't know whether it was actually a dislocated shoulder) and John would take me to see a doctor or maybe to a hospital. There I called my lovely beautiful girlfriend who is sexxy and sweet and typing this for me. (*grin*)
First we tried to find a doctor's post but we couldn't find one readily, so we got into his car and found the nearest hospital. There they told us we should have called ahead. We asked how we should have known that. "Well, you live here, don't you?"
"No we don't."
They entered me into their computer system and I waited for about 10 minutes to get a preliminary exam and they gave me some painkillers. They would kick in in about 30 to 60 minutes.
About ten minutes after that I got called to get an x-ray and after the first picture was taken they conferred with a doctor whether a second x-ray was needed with the arm loaded (which, luckily, was not the case). Well, they took their sweet time about it, and I snuck a peek at the digital picture myself. There I saw that there was a rather large distance between my collarbone and the rest of my shoulder. Nothing appeared to be broken (well, to me anyway).
I got sent back out to the waiting room to wait for the doctor to do whatever he/she was going to do. So I waited. And waited. I found out that sitting down was actually hurting more on my arm than pacing around, so I paced around the waiting room since I couldn't go outside because the doctor could come for me.
During this time we saw other people with sports-related injuries come in and leave before I had seen my doctor. Finally, I was escorted to a doctor who conferred with me for a short while, then went out to check the x-ray again, and then told me "Well, we're not going to do anything about it. You've probably torn some ligaments. You're going to have to do this exercise and make an appointment in a week for check-up."
All that waiting to get an exercise and maybe some painkillers, which I refused.
After that, John drove me back home (all ninja killers are kind souls) and we figured out I had forgotten my backpack at the dojo. We called the dojo-leader who said he'd gotten it, and asked if he should bring it by tomorrow, to which I said that was good.
He dropped it off today and we had a nice chat about martial arts and deadly weapons but he had to leave soon. And here I am, sitting with my arm in a sling dictating this story to my (see above for adjectives) girlfriend.
So I got to train with this utter noob (I wore my white belt so people wouldn't know what to expect of me) and we trained under the watchful eye of a black belt called John.
At some point we were doing a technique which would end with one of us tossing the other over your own body while lying on your back on the floor. Now a little less than 20 years ago I bruised my solar plexus while being thrown that way, so it was not a technique that I had fond memories of. As the black belt at some point tossed me to demonstrate to the utter noob I was training with, I landed rather badly on my right shoulder.
Really badly.
As in: ouch, I'm gonna lie here and not move.
The dojo leader asked me if I was alright to which I answered "No, I don't think so."
After I gotten up he checked my shoulders and said "Yep, that doesn't look good."
I thought I had dislocated my shoulder (I've never dislocated my shoulder before so I didn't know whether it was actually a dislocated shoulder) and John would take me to see a doctor or maybe to a hospital. There I called my lovely beautiful girlfriend who is sexxy and sweet and typing this for me. (*grin*)
First we tried to find a doctor's post but we couldn't find one readily, so we got into his car and found the nearest hospital. There they told us we should have called ahead. We asked how we should have known that. "Well, you live here, don't you?"
"No we don't."
They entered me into their computer system and I waited for about 10 minutes to get a preliminary exam and they gave me some painkillers. They would kick in in about 30 to 60 minutes.
About ten minutes after that I got called to get an x-ray and after the first picture was taken they conferred with a doctor whether a second x-ray was needed with the arm loaded (which, luckily, was not the case). Well, they took their sweet time about it, and I snuck a peek at the digital picture myself. There I saw that there was a rather large distance between my collarbone and the rest of my shoulder. Nothing appeared to be broken (well, to me anyway).
I got sent back out to the waiting room to wait for the doctor to do whatever he/she was going to do. So I waited. And waited. I found out that sitting down was actually hurting more on my arm than pacing around, so I paced around the waiting room since I couldn't go outside because the doctor could come for me.
During this time we saw other people with sports-related injuries come in and leave before I had seen my doctor. Finally, I was escorted to a doctor who conferred with me for a short while, then went out to check the x-ray again, and then told me "Well, we're not going to do anything about it. You've probably torn some ligaments. You're going to have to do this exercise and make an appointment in a week for check-up."
All that waiting to get an exercise and maybe some painkillers, which I refused.
After that, John drove me back home (all ninja killers are kind souls) and we figured out I had forgotten my backpack at the dojo. We called the dojo-leader who said he'd gotten it, and asked if he should bring it by tomorrow, to which I said that was good.
He dropped it off today and we had a nice chat about martial arts and deadly weapons but he had to leave soon. And here I am, sitting with my arm in a sling dictating this story to my (see above for adjectives) girlfriend.