I am out walking along the High Street with my mother a few days later when I get distracted, don't notice a dropped kerb in front of me and step out into nothing. My foot crashes down to the lowered pavement, I don't fall but the pain that shoots through my arm is so horrific I completely lose it, stagger down an alley, and can't stop crying, shaking and wailing. This causes a degree of consternation in passersby, who scurry on a little faster. My mother has no idea what happened, as she was looking in a shop window, so she thinks someone has actually crashed into me. I can't speak to tell her what happened. It takes about 10 minutes before I can get myself together enough to attempt to walk home, and the pain takes hours to recede.
It also causes a large amount of new bright red bruising to appear in my arm, so I'm concerned that I've actually broken something again, or twisted the fracture badly enough to damage something else. I'm off to the physio the next day, and she is very reassuring and says it was just a jolt, it couldn't really have damaged anything. I have an appointment with Mr Shoulder again next week, so she writes a report for me to take to him, and seals it in an envelope. Why do medical people do this? Do they honestly think we aren't just going to open them as soon as we are away from them? I see she has reported me to him for running without her knowledge. Hmph.
The report says that I have basically no active movement in my shoulder, and limited passive movement.
I haven't actually been for a run since the attempt last week, as it caused so much pain that night, and the next day I didn't get up until midday, it was still so painful. But running makes me feel less like an invalid, and helps sort my head out a bit, so I will be attempting it again.
Still in bed at midday after the running attempt, with the fort and the sling.....
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