Else known as Posterior dislocation of shoulder :eek:
So Saturday evening, little brother decided to deal with a mozzie. He wound up, and started to swing. A crunch. Not the expected splat, a crunch. “Ohhh, this isn’t good”. After a moments reflection he decided on getting a professional ride to the hospital. The ambulance crew gave him gas to make him happy, but after a couple of hundred metres the pain was too much, so a paramedic was called to dope him up with sweet morpheus.
At A and E, he told the doc about the Posterior dislocation. The doc gave him the “yeah rite, what do you know” look. Then goes “Ohh look, my first ever posterior dislocation! You know they are quite rare?”
He had to be made floppy to get the shoulder back together, then spent the night in hospital recovering from the anesthetic.
This is the 3rd time my brother has done this to this shoulder. The first was at about 16 when he canned off a dirt bike in Pouto’s sandhills. He had to be doubled back to civilization, then wait for his friend’s mum to turn up with a car.
Then about 12 years later he’s boarding and comes off, using a handy boulder to halt his out of control slide. That gave him a bonus free litter ride by the snow patrol to the bottom of the mountain, with a trip to the local town’s A and E chucked in, with a crying wife driving behind thinking he had a broken neck or back.
Since that happening, about 3 years ago, he’s never been comfortable with his shoulder. Its often semi popped out. He’s now waiting on an appointment to talk about surgery to shorten ligaments (or is it tendons?).
We of course plan to give him a bit of grief about this, but that’s a bit in the future. We’ll have to wait until his sense of humour has regrown first 
Any suggestions on a t-shirt design, or just really bad jokes/puns?
