A Dis-Jointed Week

So... this is the blog post that was due to be posted and turned in on September 29th. But, *as you look at the calendar*, it's October 2nd! Too right you are, let me explain. No wait, there is too much, let me sum up.

Wednesday I got a wake-up call that there are certain things I really shouldn't do. Now, periodically I learn one of these lessons, and I move on with the knowledge, and still might sometimes do that thing. And after I did it, just shake my head and say, "Wow, I shouldn't have done that. I KNEW I shouldn't have done that. *sigh*". I am secure in the knowledge that I will never do what I did again though.

Wednesday afternoon, at work, one of my coworkers was getting a bouquet ready for a customer. We use a disc system, meaning you inflate the balloon, choose your ribbon color, hold the ribbon under the neck of the balloon, pull it over a pin, and slip the disc over both. It seriously takes about 1/10th of the time it takes you to read that. In balloon terms, its better than sliced bread. So she's getting this bouquet ready, and when she does this one balloon.. it didn't catch the ribbon, just the neck of the balloon. So when she lets go to grab scissors to curl the ribbon, the balloon floats up into the net. Thank goodness for that net, let me tell you. I look up, and even as tall as I am, the balloon is juuuuuuuust out of reach. Normally when there is something in the net I can just reach up and grab it. Not so this time. So my dumb ass decides to do a little baby jump and grab it, saving us the time to go get a stool from in back, climb up, and grab the balloon. I jump, I grab, I land. And I cry. I dislocated my shoulder. Apparently through the magic of genetics, I have slippery joints. Who knew? The best part is, I'm standing there in massive amounts of pain, and everyone is telling me there is NO way I could have dislocated my shoulder. Just couldn't happen. You see, I still had a small amount of range of movement. They maintained that if it was truly dislocated, I wouldn't be able to move my arm at all. Silly me, I believed them. I make it thru the day, and go home and promptly go to bed. At 630.

Now it's Thursday. I wake up and I have WAYYYY less range of movement than I did the day before and oh mommy, does my shoulder freaking hurt. I whimper and cry through getting dressed, go to work and open the store. When my coworkers get there, I explain whats going on, and try to go to the doctor. Then I get a spiel about how since it happened at work, my personal insurance is no good. They'll refuse it. I have to pay everything in full. I'm not that rich. So I go to see my mother, who is, for longer than I have been alive, a nurse. She takes one look at my shoulder, compares it to the other one and pronounces "Oh yeah, it's dislocated." Through a lot of crying and manipulation, we got it back into it's proper location. I was given drugs, and drove home to log onto class remotely. I watched class, getting fuzzier and fuzzier by the end, even falling asleep in my chair. A jerk when my cat jumped on the table bringing me screaming awake, I went to bed. Completely forgetting about that pesky little blog post I was supposed to do.

Cut to Sunday. Today. Guess what I remembered when I woke up? >.<

SOOOOOOO... Independent project! It's October 2nd, I had my first deadline set for October 1st... and I've missed it. I'm still working on the pictures as I have time, and getting new pictures of new balloon art for the website, but I'm nowhere near completed yet.

Lesson learned for the week: Get a stool.