At 8:00 am this morning (which was really 7am), Steve flipped over in bed and groaned. “My shoulder is getting worse. I think we have to go to the hospital.”

Yesterday, Steve tripped over a curb when running for a fly in an intense game of kickball with the neighborhood urchins. He hit the ground and knocked his shoulder out of its socket. The miserable urchins laughed hysterically at the daddy on the ground. He pushed the shoulder back into place and continued the game. He did mention that it hurt like hell.

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