^^What I should have said was that I couldn't recall a definite moment or action that caused the injury
On a more positive note I'll be seeing the doctor asap about this.
I was planning on seeing him anyway because of all your advice, but recent events have sped up my decision.
Here's why:
*Warning this is a drinking story, not for the faint of heart*
So me and some buddies head to the bar last night, its kind of like coyote ugly, lots of girls dancing while guys stand around and get shittered. We show up, drunk of course, and the bar is dead. So we start ordering shots and beers and get drunkerer (
). So we're pretty mashed by about midnight (got there at 11:30) and I hear these two guys behind me whispering. So I hear them say "Let's beat up this guy tonight cuz he looks pretty big". So I turn around and its these two fags in full american eagle and abercrombie and fitch gear obviously attempting to add 10lbs to their boney ass frames by wearing clothing that is about 10 sizes to small. I go and tell my buddies that 2 guys wanna beat me up and just to watch that I don't get bottled or some shit from behind. So it is now about 1:30 and this blonde chick comes up to me and starts grabbing my ass and grinding against me. Now normally this would be ok, but she was a ditch pig. So this broad asks if she wants to go home with me, I say "sorry sweetheart I have a gf" (which is a big lie, woops). To cover for my story I turn around and whisper to this brunette to play along and I say she's my gf (I ended up getting her number shortly after too, so cha-ching). NOW comes the good part, said swamp donkey runs over to dipshit 1 & 2 and tells them the story about how I shot her down. So she's crying and these two guys are making their way over. I nudge my buddy and tell him shit is going down so he's ready to go. Now these guys are right in my face yelling at me and before I know it my buddy is in the middle trying to defuse the situation. Dipshit 1 starts swingin for the fences and I eat 2 fists before I get a hold of the motherfucker. My buddy is trying to take care of Dipshit 2 while I pound the fuck out of Dipshit 1. Before I know it the whole bar has erupted into a brawl and my buddy gets hit in the head and dipshit 2 is en route to kick my ass. (This part may seem unbelievable but is 100% true) As dipshit 2 comes at me he throws a right hook, I dodged it and hit him with a Rock Bottom!! Dipshit 1 & 2 are out of commision, but apparently they have a friend, dipshit 3, and he starts swinging away. So we're exchanging shots and I've got a hold on his shirt just trying to feed him haymakers. The bouncers have finally made it through the crowd and there are 3 of em trying to pull me off this guy...Eventually I get pulled off and me and my buddies get tossed, so we're sitting in a snowbank outside the bar, bleeding and spitting everywhere, clothing torn half off and laughing our asses off. Cops never got called for some reason, probably because there was a small army of underagers in the bar
So between all the punches I threw, the Rock Bottom!, and holding onto that guy with the polish death grip (almost all done with my right/strong arm)....My shoulder is fucked. I'll be seeking medical attention asap.