A few years ago I pulled my shoulder. The best part was when Chuck (aen) found me crawling on the ground, he didn't realize what had happened, so he basically just pointed and laughed at me.

It was, though, incredibly painful. Probably not as painful as kidney stones passing through my urethra, but the most pain I've ever experienced.

When they finally got around to resetting my shoulder, they gave me some drug that kept my conscious, but made it so I would not be able to remember what would happen. They also warned me that I may say weird things when I was on the drug, but I wouldn't remember them.

So, when it happened, all I remember is asking them if my shoulder was back in place and them saying yes. I asked them, "did I say anything weird?" and they said "no". Behind them, though, my buddy was nodding "YES"

Apparently I went on an anti-abortion rant. I blame the morphine.