Rude awakenings can happen to any of us, at any time. Our only hope is that they won't cause too much interruption to our incredibly self-important routines, but…they're called "rude" for a reason.
My most recent one didn't hold back. It grabbed my life during a basketball game this spring, and hasn't let go since.
The play was one that was athletic, but fairly routine for me: a two-handed slam off of an alley-oop lob. I'm 6-foot-4 and have been slam dunking since I was 15, so there was no hesitation in my step. But during my takeoff on this particular evening, I felt instant pain—the shocking kind that's far too sudden and intense to shrug off.
Lying on my back on the ground, I told my friends I couldn't really feel my legs beyond the overwhelming pain. For some reason, I was afraid to look down at the damage, or even to try to turn over to assess my movement.
I silently concluded that I'd suffered a dislocation. Bad news, but not earth-shattering. My friend called an...
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