Seriously folks, can’t I go 12 months without fucking up my shoulder?

I was riding home from Juans Flying Burrito this afternoon, looking at demolished houses and trying to see what businesses were open along Canal St. when a ginormous fucking pothole jumped out in front of me, flipping me over and I landed on my head and shoulder.

Again.

Damnit.

So I spent 7 hours at Charity for them to tell me what I already know: I fucked my collarbone up again.

Nothing “broken” but I did get to see x-rays of how my collarbone is healing. One of the parts healed fine but the other break didn’t heal at all. The ends themselves did but the two ends didn’t fuse together. The doc says that shouldnt be a problem, but that this accident “jostled” the two parts around, so it’s basically going to feel like I broke it again, even though I didnt. (All the trama to that section of my shoulder, but without the actual break! Go me!)

I’m scared to death to go to sleep, because I know it’s going to hurt like a Mo-Fo tomorrow.

Uhg.

Regardless, I’m back in this god damned sling. (Like I’ve never said THAT before! budum crash!)

Uhg. x-rays to come.

sad me

road rash!

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