Well, boo. Finally went to the doctor, x-rays and all. Type I Shoulder Separation.
At least it’s not worse. Doc says two more weeks of rest, then start physical therapy. And I’ve been doing all the right things with it so far, too, so that’s good.
I seem to need to learn all the lessons that everyone else never needs to. No one else would’ve been so dumb as to not tuck through on that sweep or to be going so lightly in the first place that they weren’t thinking of protecting themselves first. What’s that saying about “Some people’s purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others”? Hrm.