I'm breakin'!
So there I am, in my apartment, alone, stoned- Nothings to worry exept to clean up the place on my only day off from work. Getting things clean was a bit of a challange due to the amount of marijauna I had been tokin'. It was a haze of dark music, dim lights, and smoke as I romed around my appartment tripping out on things, ya know watering my plants.
The music blaring in my stereo was my dj Angst Ragga cd. Exclusively mixed by ragga dj Angst. There's a track in the mix by Tango & Ratty titled 'Rock cold stuff'- sick track. I'm in the living room bouncing, because the track is just about to break, and I'm feeling exited. I'm so much more in tune with the sound when I'm fried or more inside the sound which I'm tuned in with...As I ponder this thought I get this irresisteble urge to start dancing...Not just your quick tempo side- to- side, but full out going off- I guess you could say I was 'raving it out'.
I was having a good time as I built up sweat, and breathed heavily as I manouverd my way throught the music. The mix is so tight; It really is. Two minutes pass and the mix continues into the next track whick is sicker than the one before. I'm really getting into it- and I'm clearly aware that I'm alone in my 18th storie apartment. All of a sudden I forget that the music is still playing as I'm running out of breath and then the new drop comes in. "Yeah!" I screamed as I reached for the cealing to this amazing choon blearing from my stereo.
When...
* cue needle skipping track*
...After a series of popping sounds I find my self in my living room with my right arm dislocated above my head. I would have screamed like a little girl, but I've done this before- I knew what the pain would feel like, plus my weed dosage helped. This sucks I thought, I've always been around people when this has happened so this makes this perticular inccident totaly fucked! Now I don't know if you have dislocated your shoulder before, but it needs help to get itself back into place plus you need some one to hold it up for you until it does so. Here I am alone, 'Now what the hell do I do?' I quickly muttered. I reached for the phone and called my landlord; unfortunately she was no where to be found on that Saturday evening. Okay think. I went to call my weed dealer which lives close by, but the new phone number she had given me was somewhere in the right pocket of my jeans that I was still wearing. It wasn't as hard as I thought I got the number out of my pocket, so I dialed it- no answer "fuck!" Bad Karma, 2; Carlos, 0.
At this point I was desperate & I noticed that 5 minutes had past since I started falling a part. I thought about it for one minute, as I stood alone in my apartment with my right arm stretched above my head, and with my left arm extended grasping my right by the wrist, almost hope less. I thought I would have had to make another visit to the hospital...But no I decided to go ahead and try to relocate my shoulder to it's adjuasent socket myself.
Now the trick is to take the route your limb took 'out' to try and put it back 'in'. With me so far? Now please refrain from doing this yourself. Please consult your physician and ask him or her if it's okay to just pull on the already stretched ligament away from your body and then like a really greedy slot machine granny 'yank' down like your're going to win the jack pot. Bingo! After a series of popping sounds and a loud 'Holy Shit!' the tension had cleared the room. I'm okay.
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