Beginning of my journey

My journey began on December 24, 2011 at a Christmas Eve celebration with my family. Well, let's say a disaster. We were all fixing our plates to eat with everyone talking laughing and just enjoying the night. There were various places to sit in the house and my family and I were at the bar in the den. Well if you know me well you know how graceful I am. As I climbed up on the bar stool because I am so short, I suddenly made a large hop onto the chair. The next thing I remember is that I was lying in the floor inside the barstool with the bar stool on top of me. Go ahead laugh because as I look back it was comical. Needless to say the meal was interrupted with one family member yelling to the top of her lungs " Robby, Robby, Robby " who is my husband and my son laughing hysterically besides me because he laughs when he get's nervous. As my husband made it over to me and pried the barstool from my body he started to assess the damages. I could not move my left shoulder at all. So I knew with being a nurse that it was most likely dislocated. So off to the hospital we went. Luckily they took me straight back. Me thinking they will just pop it back into place and I will be on my way. NOT..... It was broken badly and dislocated. When I do something I always do it right. This was the beginning of a very long recovery. I was absolutely helpless. My poor husband had to do everything for me. Thankfully my mom and son came and stayed with me to help him because he just could not do it all. Well because I decided to do this on a holiday, I had to wait 1 week until an orthopedic saw me and when he did I was scheduled for surgery the following week. And to surprise, if I only knew what was ahead of me I would have been petrified.......