My mother, RIP, used to dislocate her shoulder every so often. She somehow learned to re-set it herself... with great agony. I usually had to leave the room.
I miss her. She passed in 1992.
There are many volunteers in the ER to put my father's dislocated shoulder back after 30 minutes travel on unpaved and secondary roads. He insists on morphine first.
From turning around to whack the kids in the back seat?




It's not food, it's bait!
and it is to laugh because if we thought about it ....