My worst pain ever
Not my acromioclavicular joint dislocation, not the aftermath of it for the next six months (as bad as that got), but two years later re-injuring the vulnerable area working out at the gym. Weeks of consciousness were consumed by waves of agony from ear to elbow. What a grind.
It’s impossible to say exactly how I beat it — there were a bunch of variables, I tried everything I know — but basically it seemed like a good massage was finally what did the trick.