Tasia took a few more quick breaths. She mumbled a few inaudible words, probably curse words. "Alright i just gotta tug harder." She wrapped the makeshift rope around the tree again. But she thought for a moment, this might not be the way to do it. Tasia thought a moment and decided to push the rope idea to the side. She put her left hand behind her head. She had to use her right hand has her left shoulder was out of commission at the moment. She took her right hand and reached for her left dislocated shoulder. She made a pulling action, however this did not work. Tasia figured that must mean it was a posterior dislocation, which would require a forward and upward motion. Slightly difficult to do alone.<br/><br/>Tasia sat down and drank some water. Contemplating how to fix her arm. Her nursing skills were fixing wounds. Not to mention relocating your own shoulder was proving to be quite the challenge. Tasia sat for a moment before she hit her "Aha!" moment. She quickly laid down on her back, with both her arms by her side. She rotated her arm outward in an L shape and then In one quick motion she lifted the injured arm up and rotated it backward toward the ground above her head. The time her shoulder popped and the pain was relieved.<br/><br/>Tasia sighed in relief, "Thank goodness." She propped herself up and made a new sling which she put on to allow her shoulder to rest and heal in it's proper position. She was thankful that she finally had fixed her shoulder.<br/><br/>The memories of the lives lost, that she wasn't able to save. That haunted her. Men, women, and children. Lives ripped from them. The children were always the hardest. They didn't understand and they were so innocent. She shook off the memories trying to suppress them.<br/><br/>Tasia had joined the war in an attempt to escape. Her father, who immigrated to the US, was Bulgarian. He was a wealthy man. But he was ruthless and hateful. Her mother was American and wanted out of her poor lifestyle. When Tasia was born her father's temper grew worse. His drinking also got worse. He was alcoholic and he got away with it. No one ever knew what went on behind closed doors. The abuse, the pills. Tasia's mother  was diagnosed with cancer when she was 19, it was a rapid, terminal cancer. Tasia knew that once her mother passed she wouldn't be able to deal with her father alone. This lead Tasia to enroll. After her mother passed Tasia left and became a nurse in the military. Her father on the other hand chose a different route. Tasia carried a picture of her mother. She took another drink of her water and finished off the chips.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://www.rd.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/05/Illustration-3.16-dislocated-shoulder-arm-rotation1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://www.rd.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2016/05/Illustration-3.18-dislocated-shoulder-arm-rotation3.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div>