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This story took place a few years back, but still affects me today.

I was quite a strong rock back in college, went pretty much every day to the gym and outdoors all weekend with my buds. I developed good technique, but also became ridiculously strong. After most of the guys graduated, I didn't get out so much, this went on for about 9 months and I lost some of my muscle mass.

Then my buddy up North calls me up to go out bouldering with him, I oblige of course and head up, we start out the day, I'm feeling quite strong and bulletproof as a 25 year old can be. So I try out one of the harder problems which requires a 5 foot [dynamic move] I stick it with my right hand, all points off, and my shoulder makes a crunching noise, I drop and nearly vomit from the pain. Never having had a dislocation before, I have no idea what's happened, it just hurts beyond explanation.

We're a couple miles back in the woods, so I hike it out to the truck, which my bud has to drive 30 miles on a rough, winding road to the nearest ER, me screaming the whole way. He drops me at the ER and goes off to find my parents to fill them in. I'm fighting to stay conscious at this point, the nurse asks the 1-10 scale and I bellow "ELEVEN!" before she finishes. Flash forward to the morphine, they hit me with the legal limit for someone my size, I want to say 16cc's and I still could feel everything, which included the doctor's three failed attempts to relocate the shoulder. Turns out to be an [inferior dislocation] which they need to knock me out for.

Just my luck, they don't have an anesthesiologist on shift for that. Fml, into the ambulance for another drive an hour away, and those guys were able to get it back in. I'm still plagued by the joint falling out when I sleep, have sex, throw a ball and such.
<bot>: I stopped working out, got a rare, damaging dislocation for 8 hours, I'm immune to opiates, and I still haven't fully recovered.