You see, Ken also dislocated his shoulder in July 2009 while we were on vacation in Sonoma County. We really know how to have a good time. I knew this time around that time was of the esscence for getting his shoulder put back in right away. Last time, it took us about three hours just to get to the hospital.
Little did I know that they would end up putting Ken under general anesthesia to complete the procedure, since the hospital in Healdsburg, CA tried to rip his arm off with no medication. A little morphine, propofol, a few tugs and he was back to normal.
For me, the entertainment was while Ken was on propofol. He never went completely under, just dazed to the point that he was saying a few silly things. I think the nurses and doctors thought that I was being a mean wife by busting up laughing at him. At least I had a little entertainment.
Doesn't he look pathetic?
All and all, he is fine, just a little sore. Oh and he feels a little silly for tripping and falling down our stairs. Despite what people might think, a cat was not involved in causing him to trip. I was curious if the people in the ER thought that maybe I had pushed him. They probably did the math: 4'10 100 pound girl vs. 6'5 220 pound man, not likely.