Fell 5 foot off a stepladder and landed on my right shoulder managing not only to dislocate the bugger but shatter the top of my humerus as well. Holy feck the pain was unbelievable and I had to endure a bumpy hour long trip in a ambulance cos the county hospital decided the damage was too great for them to cope with so I had to be admitted to Stoke hospital. The painkillers I was given had almost no effect at all. It's pretty scary when the CT scanner people announced that the damage was spectacular!
It was 27 hours before they could get me into surgery. Finally back home with 3 metal plates in my shoulder and months of physio to look forward to. I was really lucky that the nerves in my right hand were not damaged.
The nursing staff at Stoke were wonderful and funny too and the upbeat humour of the chaps who were on my ward was humbling.
I wouldn't have coped with the pain and fear if wasn't for those folks.
So now I'm stuck trying to type with my left hand and figuring out how I'm going to start playing guitar again.
I've got an inkling of what Les Paul had to go through!
(pronounced: equal-sequel) "I suffered for my art.. now it's your turn"