I don’t even know where to begin.
Actually I do.
It happened last weekend and it happened in the backyard.
It happened with Leroy and it had to do with the pool.
Sherman’s pool in which Leroy would not go in so I picked him up and put him in.
I picked him up and put him in the kiddie pool and then he immediately jumped out.
The injury occurred somewhere in between me picking him up and him jumping out and me taking a blow to the shoulder as he fled.
It actually didn’t hurt much at the time but the next day when my left shoulder was making a weird crunching and popping sound and the left side of my neck was a bit numb, I was little concerned.
Better call the doctor cause something just ain’t right.
Which is when the awkward explaining started.
I had to explain the whole scenario a few times. Once to the doctor, once to the radiologist and once to the orthopedic specialist.
Me: “I lifted my dog into the kiddie pool and then he jumped out and ran into my shoulder.”
Doc: “What kind of dog do you have?”
Me: “A Newfoundland”
Doc: “Those are big dogs aren’t they? Like a 150 pounds big?”
Doc: “And little you tried to lift him in a pool?”
Me: “Yes, and I was successful, I’m strong for my size” (should of asked her if she wanted to take a peak at the gun show🙂
Doc: “And then your dog jumped out of the pool that you were kneeling beside and crashed into your shoulder and instead of falling down on the ground when he crashed into you, you absorbed the blow?”
Me: “Yes. I was pretty proud that I didn’t fall over at the time.”
Doc: “You need x-rays, now. Your shoulder should not make that noise or be that swollen or be sitting that far forward.”
So I headed for x-rays where I had to tell the whole story over again……….. and I showed some pictures of Leroy.
Went back to see the doc where she checked out the x-ray.
Doc: “Are you sure you didn’t fall on that shoulder?”
Me: “Positive” I was giggling when she asked because I could totally picture myself falling and it was a funny picture, but I didn’t. Fall. In real life. Just in my imagination. And it was funny.
Doc: “Interesting. Well your shoulder is subluxating, which means it’s sliding back and forth and it appears that when it’s resting it is resting too far forward on a nerve which is why you can’t move your neck to the left and why your arm is numb. So your dog partially dislocated your shoulder, which probably wouldn’t of happened if you would of fell over, but it also could of become dislodged when your picked him up”
Me: “Interesting and ouch.”
Then we talked about me getting older and not doing stupid stuff.
Obviously she knows nothing about me.
So then the doc had to go consult with the orthopedic specialist in which I heard her explain the whole story over again and it sounded really stupid when she said it. Then I heard her say, “yes, 150 pounds of dog. Yes a Newfoundland, No it’s brown, not black.” Then I heard her say something about pulling the shoulder out and putting it back in place and then I grabbed my purse and ran for the exit.
Just kidding. She did say that but I didn’t run because I was frozen in fear. She came back in and we talked and she didn’t do any of the horrific things I heard her talking about to the specialist, probably because he told her that was stupid and painful, but I was put on restricted activity, no lifting anything over 10 pounds, and given some nice medication to help ease the pain and swelling.
The future of my left shoulder is to be determined.
The future of Leroy ever getting in the kiddie pool is in his paws.
Permission to laugh at my pain and stupidity granted.