That's it, the phrase that I've been searching for. When I reached out that extra little bit to ensure that there was no long-awaited letter flattened against the back of the mail box, I actually heard my shoulder pop out. I know from prior experience that there must have been immediate pain, but for a good 15 seconds all I felt was rage. Such a tiny little movement to dislocate my shoulder! I had been so good, I'd done all my physical therapy without fail, even after I was declared "better", I didn't move my arm in the directions that they told me would potentially dislocated it... What evil force out there has such malignance toward me? Why should I go through this again? Grrrrr.
I do feel sorry for poor Sammy. He was in the car with me, and I totally freaked out for a good 30 seconds in rage and pain - yelling at the top of my lungs, moaning like the damned. He's just a dog, for gods sake, I'm sure he though I was upset with him. Poor fella.
Anyway, I'm kinda bummed cause I didn't get to finish painting the old house for selling. Just need one more coat on the back room, should go really quickly, I just need 2 arms for it.