I'm seriously thinking that I need to change the title of my blog to something like "I Heart Knitting... and I also Hurt Myself a LOT". Because Thursday night, I hurt myself. Badly.

I spent the day with my mom, my sister, and my Aunt who is up from Florida. We went to my niece's soccer game in the evening, and nearly froze our bums off, so when I got home, heat was the first thing on my mind. Well, that's kind of a lie. Grey's Anatomy was the first thing on my mind - it was 8:50. With ten minutes to spare, I figured I could turn the heater on, change into some warm clothes, and maybe make some hot chocolate before Grey's started. As I tried to turn on the gas heater in the dark, I realized that light would be fantastic. I ran over to the light switch, and headed back to the heater, but as I came back to the heater, something happened.

Now, the details are a bit fuzzy, as I'm on LOADS of vicadin right now, but somehow I twisted my ankle. (FYI, not the one that I broke back in March) Was it a cat running in front of me that caused me to fall? Was it the new rug I put down? Could it have been the shoes that I was wearing? Was it possibly my own clumsiness? Whatever the case, down I went. The left ankle turned, and I tried to stop myself with my right arm. I hit the heater, denting the grate in the process, and then fell on my right knee. After I hit the grate, I must have bounced off of it, and down to the ground, because I remember hitting my hand, HARD, on the ground, and then, in my shoulder, I heard POP.

So I'm lying on the ground, and I know I can't really move my arm, but I'm more concerned about my ankle. I've sprained the right one so many times, I should start a frequent sprainer program. I didn't want the left one to be all weak and twisty like the right one.  I'm attempting to take stock of the situation, and I'm telling myself "You're fine. You're OK. You don't have to call anyone for help. You can get up on your own." The pep talk helped a bit, so I got up, and decided that I better get those warm clothes on before Grey's comes on. Well, as soon as I put some weight on my arm to help me get up, I knew I was hurt. I managed to get up, and I tried to change into warm clothes, but for some reason, I couldn't lift my arm up.

Now, living with your parents does have advantages in times like these. I went upstairs, and my mom immediately knew something was wrong. She told me we should go to the hospital, but no, I was alright, I just need to ice my shoulder and sit down and watch Grey's and I'll be fine. Well, by the first commercial, I couldn't stand the pain, so my mom, my aunt, and I piled into the car and went to the hospital. Two hours later, I learn that I've fractured my shoulder.

There's honestly nothing they can do except for physical therapy.  The way that I've broke it is kind of weird.  Basically, I've just jammed a bone into my socket bone (I think its called the proximal something or other) and "dented" it.  The doc put me on some pain meds and gave me a sling to keep the shoulder immobile.  I'm not 100% sure if I can knit because I've been too busy to try, and honestly... knitting and vicadin... not an ideal combination.