here's a story for you...
on thursday as i was running down the stairs to go to work i grabbed the wall and ripped my arm out of the socket...dying form the pain i made it to the couch and sat down to brace my arm on the couch arm because if i moved it up or down a centimeter i would die from the pain...so after i sat for a few minutes my mom and sister tried to stand me up to get in the car but the pain was to much so i fainted...then after a few more minutes i got into the car and we rushed to the new oro valley hospital were i got to sit for an hour holding my arm up in the air in excrutiating pain... finally the called me in and took myvitals...but they were all out of rooms so i had to sit on a bed in the hallway and nurse go's "ok i'll start him on a IV" so i was like hell no buddy...but the doctor came out and said if we dont put drugs in theres nop way to pop it back in...so the IV is in and im laying on the bed and they push me in to a room...then the put all theses patches on me for a heart monitor and then i have like 4 lines coming out of my arm and finally they put oxygen lines in my nose...the doctor said she was putting in drugs four times as powerful as morphine and then she put in muscle relaxers and then antinausia drugs...so im out of it and starting to fall asleep(consciuos sedation)...then they push me down to x-rays and i get like five of them...and go back to my room...after the drugs are all flowing and i dont even know where i am they strap meon the bed and hold me down and the doctor ripped my arm back in...after that i slept there for two hours and then they wheelchaired to the car and i woke up at home...and now my arm doesnt work ....the end... it would have been funbner if dave was there we seem to have fun at the hospital