My son wrestles.
We were at a wrestling tournament most of the day today. At the tournament, one of the other members of his team was losing a match and then suddenly complained of shoulder pain. Immediately, several people said that his shoulder looked deformed and then assumed that he had dislocated his shoulder. Another wrestler ran over to get me.
By the time I got over to the mat, he had finished the match and was crying and holding his shoulder. Someone had stated that a trainer had “pushed his shoulder back into place.” The kid was moving his arm around fairly well and wasn’t splinting movement. He even reached his arm over his head to put his shirt on – something that a person who really had dislocated their shoulder would probably be unable to do without re-dislocating it. Read about the “apprehension test.”
I told the coach that I could look at him, but that I didn’t think he had dislocated his shoulder.
I got the stinkeye from several people who muttered under their breaths that “Of course he dislocated his shoulder, he’s done it several times before just like he did now. The BONES were sticking out.”
OK, so he dislocated his shoulder. I’m just a dumb doctor that works in the emergency department.
An hour later, his group gets called for the next round. The kid jumps up and starts running to the holding room.
I went to the coach and told him that if this kid dislocated his shoulder, he should definitely not be wrestling for at least a few weeks and should get cleared by an orthopedist before returning.
One of the parents’ friends gave me another stinkeye and told me to mind my own business.
I just did a facepalm and shook my head.
So little Johnny Floppy Shoulder won his match 13-4. And Mrs. Stinkeye sneered at me as their entourage walked back to the bleachers.
Ever feel like bouncing a Gatorade bottle off of someone’s head?
Thank goodness that wrestling matches don’t have Press Ganey scores.