#dislocated shoulder

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Dislocated joints are actually very fun whump concepts. Think about it:

First you have the initial injury. Be it a dislocated shoulder, hip, knee, all potential locations are dehibilitating, losing the use of that arm or being unable to walk, etc.

Also that every time the whumpee tries to move the dislocated limb they risk making it worse and intensify the pain.

Then... then you have treatment. Forcing a dislocated joint back into place is NOT FUN. Not for the whumpee, not for the caretaker. And if someone inexperienced tries and messes it up... oh boy oh boy we making it worse!

And of course you have all the issues that might come about after the joint is fixed, such as strained muscles, sprained ligaments and tendons, nerve damage, vascular (blood vessel) issues, stiff joints/osteoarthritis... the list goes on.

Anyway thinking about this bc someone I know irl dislocated both their knees on separate occasions, (and it took like four medical professionals to put it back in place). Also I remembered a scene in Mom's Night Out (2014) where Sam dislocates his shoulder and instead of letting a medical professional set it he slammed. His shoulder. Into a wall. And shoved it back in place. In the storming emergency room. In front of the receptionist. I cringe every time.

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A character’s arms being tied above their head for so long that their arms dislocate and eventually their muscles atrophy.

[tblsomedoodles]

Why are you here? Comic

They're dumbasses, your honor. Like, at this moment, neither of them actually believe they're sibling. (Mikey and Leo are dead set on it but these two are skeptical.) Yet they spend two minutes alone and devolve into sibling bickering. something i had not planned on when i went to make this comic. They did this on their own lol!

Bonus Traximus Reaction to finding his ward bickering like a child with one of the newbies

Honestly, it's actually a pretty important moment for both Rafa and Traximus. Rafa because that's that's the moment they realize Donny has like no self preservation instinct, so if he won't protect himself, Rafa will, while he's around to do it at least. It's important for Traximus b/c for the first time in years, he's seeing his ward acting like a child and he pretty much decides right then and there that 1) They're definitely siblings, and 2) if these 3 strangers actually manage to escape this place, he is making Rafa go with them.

Anyways, here's my little experiment with limited color pallets. I'm not sure i'll do this again b/c it was kinda annoying to figure out the colors first (especially since i knew i wanted both variations of red and purple but couldn't find a good pallet for that. Thus i ended up with this one.)

ps. Donny's shoulder is a reoccurring problem at this point b/c he won't let it rest long enough to heal properly. The injury first happened during "shredder strikes back" events and since Donny decided to start his training pretty much immediately upon getting to the farm house, it hasn't had the rest it needs to properly recover. theoretically, it should be healed by now, but he keeps pushing himself and re-injuring it, a fact he's been hiding as much as he possibly can.

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Source: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [2005]

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Hawaii 5-0 3x17 Pa'ani

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Dislocated Shoulder Whump

Warnings: dislocated shoulder, intense pain, careless/annoyed carewhumper

Heehee here's a short scene where Shadow gets to be a grumpy, reluctant carewhumper when Thomas accidentally dislocates his shoulder during a fight. How inconvenient for Shadow to be forced to help! 😂

Poor Thomas, he never catches a break.

It was too late for Thomas to dodge the soldier rushing toward him. The soldier was making a mad dash for the exit he was standing in front of, and that was the problem: he was standing in front of it.

Thomas tried to scramble out of the way, but was a hair too slow. The soldier was too desperate to escape, and couldn't care less about the human of an object in his path. He charged right through him, accidently clipping him in the shoulder on the way out, hard enough that it sent Thomas slamming into the wall behind him.

As soon as he hit the wall, there was a sickening pop, followed by a zing of sharp pain that ran through his whole right arm, and then he suddenly couldn't move it anymore.

Thomas crumpled to the floor with a gasp as pain radiated throughout his entire arm and shoulder, quickly spreading across his chest. It was an intense, overwhelming agony that overtook him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could Shadow moving nimbly around as she took down the last few soldiers in the room, before she leaned down to pick up her dagger and sheath it again. He could only hope she'd be able to help him out of whatever he'd just gotten himself into. But it hurt... so... much...

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*Switching to Shadow POV*

Shadow heard the cry of pain, but was too busy fighting to spare the source a glance. Only when she had knocked the last man out did she look over to see Thomas twitching on the floor in pain, one shoulder sticking out at an unnatural angle.

"I… I can't move my arm!" He exclaimed, panicking. "Am I dying? I'm dying, aren't I?!"

Shadow walked over and loomed over him with arms crossed over her chest and rolled her eyes at what she thought to be his over-dramatization, before remembering that Thomas had never experienced a serious injury of any kind before, and it made her understand why he would be so terrified. From his perspective, it must literally feel like he was dying. She could hear his heart racing faster than a rabbit's with adrenaline.

She kneeled next to him with an unhurried sigh and tentatively touched his shoulder, feeling around the muscles to get an idea of how bad the dislocation was. Thomas yelped in pain, and instinctively tried to jerk away, but Shadow put her knee over his stomach and leaned her weight onto him to keep him pinned down.

"Mmhmm, that's definitely a bad one," she said in absent observation after a few moments. Shadow knew how to relocate the joint, but first needed Thomas to stop panicking. She needed his muscles to relax a little to make it easier for the joint to pop back into place... and his hyperventilating was only exacerbating the whole situation.

"Good grief, you're not dying! Pull yourself together," she snapped, exasperated. She could tell that Thomas was on the brink of passing out because of the fast, shallow breaths he was taking, which was causing the carbon dioxide in his blood to drop too low. She let out a weary sigh and put a firm hand on his chest.

"Look at me, listen to my voice. You need to calm down. Slow your breathing, okay? Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," she instructed sternly, trying to sound reassuring, which certainly wasn't her strong suit.

"Focus on filling your lungs up as full as you can, and then let it all out, and relax. Release the tension. I'm right here to help you, kid. You don't have to keep panicking."

There was something oddly comforting about her words, even though "comforting" was probably the last thing Thomas would use to describe Shadow. Regardless, he tried to focus on her gruff voice, gradually slowing his breathing down increment by increment, feeling his racing heartbeat finally start to calm.

"Good. Now I'm going to put your shoulder back in place, all right? It’s guaranteed to hurt like crazy, but bear with me. Are you ready?" Shadow said, looming over him. She took his wrist in one hand and placed the other near his shoulder.

Thomas nodded weakly, bracing himself.

Shadow gave him a countdown. "Three, two, zero--" In a single sharp, swift motion, she suddenly jerked his arm straight forward, and a loud pop followed as the shoulder joint slid back into place.

It was cruel of her to surprise him with a fake countdown, Thomas distantly thought. He let out a strangled shriek, and had to bite his tongue hard to avoid screaming in agony.

Then, he felt gentle waves of magic flow through his arm, repairing damaged ligament and muscle tissue. It took the edge off his pain, lessening it to a dull throb. One of the many perks of having someone like Shadow as an ally. He finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief flooding him.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" Shadow smirked knowingly. She put an arm under his back and helped him slowly sit up, before effortlessly pulling him to his feet with surprising strength.

"Let's get out of here before anyone sees us, shall we?"

"Shadow... Thank you. Seriously," Thomas croaked gratefully, gently trying out his newly healed shoulder with a wince. He looked at the floor sheepishly.

Shadow shifted her weight uncomfortably at his sincere gratitude.

"Let's... just try not to ever do that again, all right?" She said tensely.

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A List of Mundane Things You Can't Do With A (Partially)Dislocated Shoulder

For some whump writing maybe *wink wink* dislocated one of my shoulders and seriously hurt the other one in the same accident a few months back and was surprised of how limiting it was. These are my personal experiences, it can certainly be different for other people.

There's a lot here so putting a keep reading thing below.

Sneeze! Holy shit this hurts, even lying in bed if my arm was in the wrong position and I sneezed, damn.

Open a car door. I had to learn to pull with my elbow and not my shoulder

Get out of bed. Especially immediately after a dislocation, my entire arms hurt so getting up and out of bed was a struggle.

Driving(Not impossible but definitley painful). Thinking about your shoulder when you turn the wheel, I did some very slow right hand turns.

Putting on a jacket. This generally required reaching behind you to some degree so there were definitely days where I just didn't wear a jacket

Taking a shirt off. Can't grab the hem, too much shoulder movement, I had to learn to grab the back of my shirt collar and pull from there.

Wearing a binder. In the same vein, way too much shoulder strength/movement needed to don or doff a binder.

Close the sunroof. It was a good 2 months before I could reach behind me enough to close the sunroof of my car without being in pain.

Opening a pill bottle. Apparently, a lot of shoulder goes into opening those little child proof caps (it felt like a cruel joke). I had to get someone to help me especially with two messed up shoulder.

Wear a backpack. Yeah, I had to do this on my "good" shoulder, still hurt to carry around and pretty sure that shoulder is messed up for good.

Throw things. Obviously, but its been like almost 4 months and I still can't really throw things with either arm without feeling it.

Sleep. Good luck finding a sleeping position that isn't painful, I like to sleep on my side, and it was a difficult adjustment.

Just a couple of extra things.

Those arm sling get HOT! and sweaty, but without one it definitely feels like your arm is just hanging out of its socket.

One of the tests they do it to grab your other shoulder with the hand form the dislocated arm and OMG! my arm made some ungodly crunch noise. Xray dude wasn't fazed, but I thought my arm was ruined. (From what he said you def. can't do the pose with a fully dislocated shoulder)

[onyxedskies]

the things i've looked up in rapid succession of one another has probably gotten me on a watch list

[sebs-out-of-spoons]

my knee, shoulder, and hip on my left side has been absolutely killing me lately for zero reason (there may be a few reasons). more than their usual, and my bad side is my right one usually, so it’s odd for my left side to be acting weird. they’re always bad either way, but you know. it’s so frustrating and i would very much like it to stop

i can’t wait to get PT to help with it all, and maybe possibly mobility aids (i want one so bad man, i need one right about now)

[bythornesickficsociety]

Wrote this for a roleplay months ago. Only real important info is that Adam and Jonah went on an alternate call, and Jonah got his shoulder dislocated.

CW: None, hopefully!

He walked to the elevator, pressing the worn-out button to enter the thing and watching as the doors slid open. He had told himself he’d use the stairs this time, but that dream had been pretty much pulled out from the ground in the light of this latest encounter. Injuries on calls weren’t exactly new to the man- Adam knew his way around the alternates themselves, Jonah just filmed them- but this one was one of the worst he’s gotten. It was probably his fault for zoning out like he did, he decided. It wasn’t like this is the worst infliction he’s ever been dealt, anyway. He’d deal with it.

Soon enough he arrived at his apartment, prying the door open and slamming it closed when he entered. He exhaled a sigh of relief he didn’t even know he was holding in, grateful to finally be home. His first instinct was to pass out, but he knew better then that. He sighed in annoyance, walking to the kitchen and finding the ice pack he always kept in it. He’s gotten hurt enough times to warrant its purchase a few months back, despite the fact he should’ve just made it himself. For all his strengths, he was a lazy bastard, and Adam never really cared enough to get mad at him for it.

He closed the fridge door, taking the thing with him as he trudged towards the bathroom. This was almost routine for him at this point, but this time it felt different considering the sheer severity of the wound. Thankfully, his right arm wasn’t affected, but it was still a pain in the ass considering he’d most likely have to make some weird makeshift sling in the meantime if his blurry medical knowledge served him right. Though, he could do that later, after all. It’s not like anyone really cared about him enough to notice it.

He shut the door behind him, crouching down and beginning to search for the first aid kit he kept in the bathroom. He had two; one he had stolen from his parents house, and another he bought before he acquired his apartment. He knew which one was which, but he liked it when other people had no idea. He wasn’t fully sure if Adam even knew he had two, but if he did, he surely didn’t know which was which. He soon found it, unlocking it’s hatches before picking out the bandages and setting them on the sink counter.

Dread knotted his stomach as he realized what he had to do. He sighed, quickly taking off his jacket before pushing the short sleeve on his injured arm as high as possible, revealing his shoulder. He then grabbed the appendage, wrenching it forward so that he could bandage it effectively. He gasped in pain as he did so, tears welling in his eyes as he began to tightly wrap the bandage around the infliction. It hurt like hell, but thankfully (to him), nobody was there to witness his silent suffering. He was both grateful and annoyed that he knew the most about medical things in BPS; or atleast more than Adam.

When he finished, he placed his head in his free hand, standing in-front of the sink in silence. He hated silence. It meant he had nothing to distract himself, and in times like this, that was most optimal. When Jonah was faced with stress he usually avoided his problems— albeit by running away or zoning out— but he couldn’t escape this now. He had to mull over what had just happened and what the alternate had said; to both Adam AND himself. This was going to be a long night.

He trailed out of the bathroom, returning to the fridge once more. He opened the appliances door, taking out a tub of half-eaten ice cream he left inside it before proceeding to find a spoon and heading to the couch. He sat on it, placing the ice pack he still had in his hands onto his shoulder before holding the icecream in his lap and opening it. He decided he deserved the treat, considering how much pain he was in (and how much thinking he had infront of him). He lowered his head, beginning to snack on the ice cream as his mind wandered into memory.

Plus, some doodles I made for it…

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[ Zherka Fight Explained ]

[beedeebee]

I think I dislocated my shoulder but I’m too tired to pop it back in so that’s gonna be morning me problem

[candycanedaddy]

Having to modify my workouts around my recent dislocation is already annoying me because I want to do so many things that involve high intensity but I can’t for the whole month of December. If I don’t listen, I’ll be right back in the hospital like I was on Tuesday ❄️ 12.10.24❄️

❄️12.14.24❄️