Last year I went to my uncle's trailor with my dad. It was just a normal day in my uncle's trailer-park. First of all, my whole family is successful and they are all hard workers, except for my Uncle David. He's completely nuts. He has always battled a serious drug addiction to pain meds. So, as I was saying, my dad and I walked into his trailor. He wasn't there. We looked all around his place for him, but he was nowhere to be found. After a while, we decided to leave, seeing as how he was off doing something. We then proceeded back to our car. Then, all of a sudden he drove up in an ice-cream truck. An ICE CREAM TRUCK. The truck had the little song playing and everything! He shut the car off and walked up to us. We were completely befuddled. He asked us if we like his 'new ride'. We said yes and then asked him where he came upon it. He informed us that his friend was loaning it to him for the weekend, and that was the end off that conversation.
My dad, my uncle, and I all sat and watched the Florida football game on his old TV. At halftime, we progressed back to our car. My dad had to grab a rain coat out of the trunk of the car. When he opened the trunk, my uncle saw my paintball gun in the trunk. He was overjoyed to see a paintball gun because he said he was meaning to buy one. He said he wanted to kow what it was like to get shot with one, so I shot him. He said do it again, so I did. After a while he seemed to enjoy getting shot. Then wanted to get my dad to get shot with it also. So, I shot him. He got mad bc it stung bad, so we then left my uncle's place after he told us he wasn't feeling to well, and that he wanted to get some sleep.
When leaving, I noticed a sign that said,"PARTY AT DAVID'S THIS WAY --->". We jsut kept on driving and didn'tturn back. My crazy uncle is, by far, the craziest of all uncle's.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
SHOULDER.
At the beginning of this past football season, I was ready to work hard and make all-district middle linebacker. After a few games I was on pace to make this goal. In the Oak Hall vs. Lafayette game, I got 18+ tackles; 15 solo and 3 for a loss. After that I played 3 more games and got the same outcome. However, the next game was different. In a tackling drill in warm-ups, my shoulder popped out of place. The trainer then kept me out for the first quarter of the game. After the Doctor arrived at the game, he told me that it would be safe to return to the game. I did and tore up my shoulder even more. After the game ended, I went home and iced my shoulder.
The next day, I went to the physician. He informed me that I might have a torn labrum or a rotator cuff issue. After, I arranged an arthroscopic MRI. They found that I did in fact have a torn labrum in two places and a torn rotator cuff. Surgery was the best bet to make it better. Before surgery, I got a nerve block. This is a shot that the doctors stuck in my neck to numb my whole right arm and neck. After that occurred, there was an asian lady who barely spoke english. She made my day when she said that she would be giving me the "happy juice". When I got the happy juice, (anesthesia), I felt really loopy.
Then, the surgery was over and I woke up. I didn't remember a thing. The surgery was the most exciting thing that came out of my shoulder being hurt. The nerve block was still in effect for quite a whiile after the surgery was complete. Later, when the nerve block wore off, I felt the pain. I'd like to say that I dont feel pain and that I'm tough. But no matter how tough I am, when that nerve block wore off, I felt the most painful thing in my life. Although I was on a heavy narcodic called Oxycotton, the pain was still there. After a few weeks went by, the pain became less and less.
Then came therapy. It blowed. Try to imagine getting shot in the soulder twice and moving it around the very next day. That's what it was like. Eventually it became a little better, and I was able to stop sleeping in a recliner, which also sucked.
Now, the pain still lingers, but i can get by. I didn't go to the homecoming dance because, well, who wants to dance with a guy in a sling.
As rehab continues to get better , so will my shoulder, and eventually I'll be long-tossing on the baseball field again, crackin' skulls in football, and playing basketball.
The next day, I went to the physician. He informed me that I might have a torn labrum or a rotator cuff issue. After, I arranged an arthroscopic MRI. They found that I did in fact have a torn labrum in two places and a torn rotator cuff. Surgery was the best bet to make it better. Before surgery, I got a nerve block. This is a shot that the doctors stuck in my neck to numb my whole right arm and neck. After that occurred, there was an asian lady who barely spoke english. She made my day when she said that she would be giving me the "happy juice". When I got the happy juice, (anesthesia), I felt really loopy.
Then, the surgery was over and I woke up. I didn't remember a thing. The surgery was the most exciting thing that came out of my shoulder being hurt. The nerve block was still in effect for quite a whiile after the surgery was complete. Later, when the nerve block wore off, I felt the pain. I'd like to say that I dont feel pain and that I'm tough. But no matter how tough I am, when that nerve block wore off, I felt the most painful thing in my life. Although I was on a heavy narcodic called Oxycotton, the pain was still there. After a few weeks went by, the pain became less and less.
Then came therapy. It blowed. Try to imagine getting shot in the soulder twice and moving it around the very next day. That's what it was like. Eventually it became a little better, and I was able to stop sleeping in a recliner, which also sucked.
Now, the pain still lingers, but i can get by. I didn't go to the homecoming dance because, well, who wants to dance with a guy in a sling.
As rehab continues to get better , so will my shoulder, and eventually I'll be long-tossing on the baseball field again, crackin' skulls in football, and playing basketball.
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