Okay, shoulder, here’s the thing: you need to fucking cooperate with me. Okay? I’m sick of you hurting and dislocating. I don’t know if you’ve realised this yet, but I plan on swimming this season, and you’re not helping with that. At all. You’ve already made it impossible for me to ever play water polo again, so kindly stop your complaining and just let me do what I want to do. Thanks.