I effed my shoulder up but good taking out the trash Saturday, towing the can behind me and twisting it upright one-handed when it started to go over.
"Rotator cuff" is one of those things that you hear all the time, but never really picture its location until your shoulder starts hurting. I guess I thought it was a little bushing-like thing in a pitcher's arm? And when it got all tore up they just stitched up a fresh one made with... I don't know... cartilage grafted from his shin or something?
So, I've got some range-of-motion issues going on, and I have to remember not to push myself upright off a bed or futon with my right arm. Also, whatever it was managed to leave all the muscles running off the medial border of the scapula feeling on fire*. Ow.
I'ma lie down on a hot pad for a bit. I didn't sleep worth a damn last night.
*UPDATE: Bobbi says my shoulder blades look asymmetrical, with the right one seeming to lie flatter than the left? Still, I'm not sure I feel like blowing my Christmas and car repair money to take it to a doctor just to be told "Yup, your shoulder's messed up. Here's a sling."