Well, in junior high orchestra rehearsal, anyhow. Some yahoo in the viola section (I forget whether it was my best friend or somebody else) asked about a pizzicato section and whether they were supposed to use their hands, meaning their m.d. as opposed to the fingers of their m.s. The director made a joking answer about other body parts, and I started to demonstrate with my nose and clonked my teeth against the bridge, dislocating my jaw. That's got to be the bizarrest thing I ever had to explain to a school nurse.
Rather than try to manipulate it back into joint, she had me sit there with the stinging cold of an ice pack on top of the already aching joint to contract the ligaments until it popped comfortably back into place. It did work within a few minutes, so I decided she wasn't really just trying to torture me. One oddly lasting memory from while I was sitting there in pain is discussion of a kid that walked by in the hall who had been out on suspension after setting another kid's pants on fire.
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This one time? At band camp?
Date: 2007-10-05 02:18 pm (UTC)Rather than try to manipulate it back into joint, she had me sit there with the stinging cold of an ice pack on top of the already aching joint to contract the ligaments until it popped comfortably back into place. It did work within a few minutes, so I decided she wasn't really just trying to torture me. One oddly lasting memory from while I was sitting there in pain is discussion of a kid that walked by in the hall who had been out on suspension after setting another kid's pants on fire.