Thursday, September 20, 2012


Robert and I play kickball in the fall with my team at work.  It's pretty fun, so we decided to play again this year.   Our jerseys are dripping with awesomeness too; Robert is "Thing 1" and I'm "Thing 2".  I don't think anyone uses their real names on the jerseys.

We headed out to play our first two games last night.  We always play two games, one night a week.  It's an outing for us without the baby, so it's kind of nice to get a couple of hours to do something different.  We were excited to get out of the house and play!

All was going well, until it was my turn to kick. 

Let me preface this story with the disclaimer that I have not done anything even remotely close to running since last fall when we played. 

I kicked the ball and proceeded to haul ass to first base.  I was trying to get there so fast that I got ahead of myself and ended up falling and skidding on the ground.

To make matters worse, when I fell I DISLOCATED my friggin' shoulder!  The pain literally took my breath away.  I couldn't get up off the ground and I honestly thought my shoulder was broken. 

I was freaking out on the inside, wondering how the heck I'm going to take care of Kylie with a busted shoulder.  As it turns out it was just dislocated.  Thank God!

My friends got me off the ground and Robert, who had kicked before me and had not seen me fall, came jogging over from second base.  He grabbed my arm, pulled it out and popped my shoulder back into place right there on the spot. 

Once again, I have to brag on my amazing husband.  It didn't even hurt to get my shoulder put back into place (though I was so scared!) and it actually felt a ton better immediately.

My shoulder is still not right and it likely won't be for a while.  It hurts to do a lot of simple things, like pull a shirt over my head.  I'll have to be careful of it for a while.

I'm guessing that is the end of kickball for me this year.  I won't be able to throw with my arm like this and, Lord knows, I don't really want to run bases again and risk falling.  Haha, I'm sooo getting old or something.  I never used to care if I got hurt.

Things are different with a baby to care for though.  I can't afford to be out of commission right now.

I still can't believe that really happened! 

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