A week ago I took a fall badly and sprained my left shoulder. When I hit the mat I heard "snap-snap" one right after the other, which was most likely my shoulder dislocating and relocating very quickly. The pain was so intense I almost threw up. All this motorcycle riding I've been doing to enjoy the nice weather and one bad tumble clips my wing....
I drove myself to the medical clinic where I was seen quickly by a medic who took my vitals and medical history and send me over to x-ray. Ten minutes waiting in x-ray before my shoulder was irradiated with a few hours worth of exposure to the Fukushima reactor sight. Then I waited in the waiting area. It took twenty minutes for a student doing clinical rotation to come examine me. Then it took an hour and fifteen minutes for the student to get a physician to sign off on a diagnosis of a sprained shoulder and a prescription of painkillers and NSAIDs.
My final instructions (after an hour and 45 minutes sitting in the exam room) were, "Go over to physical therapy to get an appointment." I went over to Physical Therapy and they said, "We don't make appointments, we only see those in student status during sick call hours." I wanted to respond, "I've been here since 'sick call hours' and got to this point in my visit just as soon as I could."
So I went home and looked up physical therapy for a shoulder sprain. I found plenty of rotational exercises to keep things limber and avoid "frozen shoulder syndrome." But I guess I should go back tomorrow to have a condescending asshole check the shoulder to make sure everything is healing properly.