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Sprained Shoulder MY ASSS! So it’s been about a week of trying to move my arm and looking in the mirror seeing my left shoulder higher than my right was starting to freak me out. The positive in all this is that I was at least working during the injury so Worker’s Comp is paying for my medical. Thank the almighty mighty cause like most dancers, I do not currently possess health insurance. Go figure.
After beginning to understand how all this WC stuff works, I finally received approval to see a specialist. I just got back from Dr. Limpisvasti’s office at Kerlan Jobe Orthopedics. After a thorough examination of my shoulder including a series of pain inducing movements, he decided on some new x-rays.
Turns out I have a Type II separated shoulder aka AC Joint Separation. Let me explain for those who don’t know cause I sure as hell didn’t:
First off this is NOT a “dislocated shoulder.” AND thank goodness it ain’t cause that shit causes real problems down the road in my line of work. The dislocation is when the ball comes out of the socket. That did not happen phewwwww. In my case the joint that connects the clavicle (collar bone) to the acromion (scapula/shoulder blade) known as the acromioclavicular joint or AC Joint separates when the coracoclavicular ligament partially or fully tears. Was that a run on sentence? Some pics for your viewing pleasure:
What my x-ray was similar to:
Separations are apparently quite frequent among athletes and just common falls. Type III and up means surgery and Type I and II usually prescribe 6 weeks of physical therapy to pull the bone back in to place. Yes my bone is out of place and I can literally push it down and it kinda scoots back on up. Hopefully, that sucker will get it’s ass back into place so I can get back to gymnastics asap. At this point, I’d be happy just being able to sleep at night without waking up as I roll onto my shoulder. I’ll keep posting on my recovery since I know you thousands upon thousands of people out there that read my blog are dying to know when I’ll be back dancing again!! (-;
I arrived back from burning man deliriously filled with joy after a week of bliss and 6 to 8 hours of driving under my belt, no sleep for two days and dancing my ass off. In other words, I was physically exhausted and mentally, oh so happy. I was excited about the fact that I didn’t really have to unpack. After all, I donated my luggage, cooler, shoes, and most of the sand filled clothes I had worn to goodwill. Guess I jumped the gun a little… I entered the bathroom and realized the bathtube was filled with a good six loads of laundry. You see, I live with my pap right now (rent and mostly food free) and now I had the desire to do his laundry together with mine, as an act of gratitude. Especially since my computer area is always a mess! I suddenly thought, “I bet there’s a laundry service around.” A trip to google and two skype calls later revealed a “fluff and fold” service walking distance away. SUGE! すげ (hell yeah… in japanese) They charge 1.50 per pound and I was looking at around 40 pounxds of laundry. Without hesitation, I gathered the loads and rolled over. I dropped the laundry off and as I did, I felt a sudden hesitation like, oh shit this might cost me $60, shit even $70 bucks. I overruled that mind-melt and was off with a smile on my face and a full day to do my bidding!
Experiences avoided:
• Old ladies at my dad’s apt who forget they were doing laundry and get mad at you for moving their clothes.
• Quarters getting stuck in the machine, and having to pry it loose.
• The smell of the laundry room.
• Getting reprimanded because I was playing on youtube and forgot about my own laundry.
• Non-functioning machines period!
• Waiting.
Experiences enjoyed:
• Hanging out all day with my amazingly gifted ex-girlfriend/friend with benefits/friend/monkey…CJ.
• A carefree mind.
• Sunny LA weather.
• Much wanted R&R.
• Matinee showing of Bourne kick some ass Ultimatum.
When I picked up the laundry twaz packed in brown construction wrapping paper as pictured below. Everything was neatly folded and packed into three rectangular shaped packages. Total cost of doing the loads was around $50.00 bucks and while I don’t at all really view the experience of doing my own laundry as a bad thing, we all can think of “higher joys” to be fulfilling while we are folding our clothes. Especially when it comes to socks AND this my friends was the only kink in the fluff and fold experience that made me go, “AWWWW MAN.” They didn’t pair the socks up. Rather, they laid them in a “neat” pile and packaged them nicely with the other folded clothes.Speaking of socks: Raise your hand if matching your socks together when the dryer finishes is NOT your highest joy. Do you know why it’s not and never will be? I cannot recall ONE, not ONE, single laundry experience where all the socks found their mates. I really believe its mathematically impossible. Apparently, the fluff and fold guy knows the odds of matching them as well, hence the lack of effort on his behalf. HA I actually used to stack the loner socks on my dresser and wait to see if their mate would pop up over the next few weeks of various laundry loads. If the tooth fairy, boogie man, and santa clause exist, then you bet your sweet noel theirs a surly sock stealer making his way into each an every load across the nation taking yo damn socks.
You know… I’ve learned a load full (chuckle chuckle don’t pardon the pun) from my laundry experiences. What? I have. Mostly in regard to money and lessons of abundant living. Hold on jogging the memory……….. During my last two years of college in Atlanta, I lived in a house with a big ole fully functioning washer and dryer. My rad and ridiculous roommate Behi, owned the place, so I could wash laundry as a I pleased. It was during this time that I developed the habit of throwing away any sock that came out without a match. Just toss it and when I ran out of socks, I would buy more. Often times I would find it’s match in another load but that didn’t stop me. I continue this pattern of behavior even now. I appreciate being able to do this because it is a simple reminder of the things that really well… don’t matter. The things you can easily brush off. I was taught to say, “I can’t afford to do that.” Instead, I prefer to now say, I can’t afford to not do that. In other words, the stress and time spent looking for the matching sock is for me, more detrimental to my well-being than spending the extra money on new socks. On top of that, leaving the socks on my dresser just compiles the list of “to-dos” higher and this I realize contributes to creative blocks. The freer my mind can be the more creative potential my mind can tap into. It unplugs the vacuum and allows for more to enter. I’d rather shrug my shoulders, toss out the socks and head to Big 5, Ross, or even Sports Chalet.
Was the fluff and fold worth it? YES YES YES. Will I ask them to pair my socks next time? YES YES YES. HA, but there is a good chance I will forget because thats how I am. Acceptance is a beautiful thing. Will I continue to use a fluff and fold service on the reg? I refuse to affirm that I cannot afford this sooooooo I’ll just say it’s not an expense I would like to take on in this moment. IS it worth spending more now or hell, knowing you’ve given yourself a greater expense later for the soul purpose of to getting more done NOW! You bet your sweet juicy noel it is. When I am highly highly motivated to get stuff done and I don’t want any distractions convenience is worth … well its priceless in my opinion. Even eating can be a distraction from your excitement. Lately, while I spend hours teaching myself how to be a video editor, I have discovered some local staunts where you can place your order and pay on their website and you can even have it delivered. I usually enjoy the walk or bike ride to give my eyes a break from premiere crashing and after fx tutorials. I’ll be reviewing these staunts eventually. Stay tuned, and if you’ve ever done fluff and fold, please share your experience with me.
Final thoughts:
This is my first posting on my blog entry, as well as my first in what may turn out to be a series of posts documenting how I “do my best” to live abundantly. My homeboy Bashar describes Abundance as “the ability to do what you want to do, when you want to do it.” He continues with, “it is only one of many valid tools to achieve this abundance. And it is not always the most direct tool to use - for doing what you want to do when you want to do it.” I really like how he refers to money a tool. Sort of like a permission slip to do what you want to do. In fact, I am convinced that it is just that. I feel money is the tool and those who continue to acquire this tool are attracting this wealthy vibration from within. They treat the mean green as only a tool and they understand, to the core, the concept of spending money to make it. There appears to be a lack of attachment to it. In all my encounters with monetarily wealthy individuals, I have witnessed them treat money like water and NO differently. I desire this and I will continue to follow this path with even greater and greater monetary risks being taken as I release the need for money and turn it completely into a want.
