My Sojourn in the ER

I made a fool of myself in the ER recently.   Here's what happened:  I was at the gym, climbing onto the treadmill.   I punched in  the settings: weight-170, time - 45 minutes, speed - 2.8 mph, and elevation - 7.5%. Somehow the speed and elevation got interchanged and I suddenly found the treadmill going 7.5 mph, way faster than I can manage.I called out a feeble "help" and crashed hard onto my right side bounced around unceremoniously and eventually fell off the end.

My son, Thabie, and a trainer quickly came to my side and lifted me up.   My shoulder felt very sore, so Thabie drove me to the ER where I was quickly admitted.  The doctor ordered an X-ray which showed I had dislocated my shoulder.  The friendly and excellent doctor said he's heard of a new method of resetting the joint without anesthesia and hadn't tried it out yet.

He grabbed my shoulder firmly and started to push, whereupon I disgraced myself by screaming in pain and begging him to stop.  There followed a lot of movement (I think he must have given me a shot), much fussing around and then the triumphant announcement that my shoulder had been reset.  I was fitted with a sling and sent on my way with instructions to see my orthopedist soon.

Here's what I looked like (appropriately sad) for three weeks.  A lot of things were suddenly difficult, eating, brushing my teeth, scratching my back, and so forth.   A visit to my orthopedist, three sessions of physical therapy, and  here's what I looked like:

  

My shoulder still hurts a lot but I'm on my way to recovery.   This experience is not recommended for someone my age or anyone else for that matter.