#I remember there's one event where he told the staff to take care of Dunk as it was too crowded and he was a little far from Dunk

[joongdunking]

This has never change..

Joong turning back to wait for Dunk ☺️💛

[syndianites]

Meet The Parents (Part One)

Ship: Chaos Trio (Tom x Mot x S2 Dianite)

Summary: In a strange turn of events, they decide to (awkwardly) introduce everyone to their parents. After all, they were basically their in-laws? Honestly, this could have gone better.

Chapter: 1/3

AN: B-Day fic for @theshadowlord :DDDD Ima try to draw a thing, but tbh, my art skills are rather lacking. (And it's a thing i've been thinking about for a while now….) I hope you like this though :0 I had the best time thinking of how to go about this instead of taking notes in class lol

(Also, I played around with the general continuity of the series, so Dia got his body back earlier than he did. To make it less awkward for me to write around XD Also might have taken a number of liberties in the overall happening of the world… oops)

They hadn't quite planned an awkward reunion for this trip, but they weren't really complaining. Tom, Mot, and Jordan had been sent to Inertia to retrieve something, and to ensure anyone who seldom deserved their entrapment was released. Of course, Dianite decided to tag along, preferring to keep an eye on his partners. (They didn’t mind. In their opinion, it was better to stay together).

But through their viewing of the prison, occasionally letting people free who had been overlooked previously (Andor had been rather adamant about getting any innocent personel released) Tom was starting to get impatient. Jordan had suggested, a while back, that they split to cover more ground, and he went off in search of… whatever they came there for. The zombie didn’t really know, and he would rather be dicking around with Mot and Dia, than… he shuddered.

It was awful really, seeing the state of some of the prisoners. But most he couldn’t let free. Earlier, he had unwittingly sat through some boring paperwork, each and every file for the people currently kept here. The prison, despite having been infiltrated and attacked by yours truly, was still operating, under the premise that some of the inhabitants deserved to be here. So not only had they been rummaging through pages of descriptions with endless names, and faces that didn’t match anymore, they were being scrutinized by Mianitee guards. Well, those of which knew better than to interfere with them, as they likely had heard of what happened here. (Almost none of them were original guards, the majority of the staff having died in their attack).

Now, he was tentatively peering into cells, trying to keep a neutral face in the wake of the rather… severe injuries many sported. It would appear the Mianitees running this joint weren’t too kind to their convicts. Even to his muted senses, the sheer smell of rot and infection made him want to gag. That was, however, the reason he had been the one sent down this way. This particular area was meant for the people who committed greater crimes, or rather, who the guards enjoyed torturing more. (Andor had been kept here for a while, or so his records said. Tom couldn’t help but wonder why he chose to let this place function still, despite seeing the worst of it).

He was ready to flee the area, when a low groan from on if the cells stopped him. Last he checked, he couldn't see anyone seemingly alive in that cell. A bit reluctantly, he wandered over to it, and did his best to check the inmates number. Scrawled upon the rest of his ratty uniform were the numbers 7249. His eyes widened, as he fished the door keys from his pocket. He remembered very clearly that Mot wanted him released, and the set jaw and hard eyes he said that with made it clear that there would be no argument. The door gave a wail as it scraped open, and Tom threw it back with a grunt. Inside, the man grimaced, peering up at him. With a deep croaking voice, he called out, “Did we get new guards already? Didn't know Mianite was too fond of zombies. I'd have imagined someone more armored too, but I guess you all might be a tad under armed nowadays.”

Tom just gave him a snort of derision. Waltzing in to heft him up, though the man’s feet were quick to give out, he idly commented, “I'm a Dianitee. Who even gives a shit if Mianite likes me?” His remark pulled a wheezing laugh from the man, who let himself lean partially on Tom’s shoulder. He opted to practically drag Tom through the halls, reasonable more eager to leave than the zombie.

When they finally hit open air, after a seemingly endless stretch of corridors, the ex-inmate chose to seat himself in the sparse grass surrounding the building. It was there he was given a first hand view of the injuries the man carried. Though the majority of the blood splattered on him seemed older than his wounds, a good deal of cuts were scattered across his skin. A few were still open, and a handful looked infected. As the zombie came closer to get his shirt off, the distinct smell of rot hung off him.

“Stay here,” Tom told him, finally freeing him of the barely passable clothing, “I'm going to go get a clean cloth or something. And medical supplies.” With a small pop in his knees, Tom sprang up and hurried back inside. If this man was important to Mot, then he'd best make sure he didn't sit too long, getting more infections. (He seriously hoped it wasn't a case where Mot hated the guy and wanted him to suffer…). He checked in with Jordan, and was directed towards a medical room.

Gathering a rough medkit, a bucket of clean water, and a couple of rags, he carefully made his way back to the man. His companion was carefully leaned back into his arms, soaking in the gentle rays of sunlight as the ball of light raced back towards the horizon. Setting his supplies down beside him, he exchanged a look with the man. Dunking a rag into the water and wringing it out, he informed him, “This is about to hurt like a bitch, just gonna warn you.”

Though he received an eye roll at the remark, he heard a sharp hiss as the zombie set to work on cleaning up the old, crusty splotches. This was how they spent the next twenty minutes. The only difficult part was getting the infected paces clean of blood, so that it could be disinfected later. By the time he’d replaced the murky browns with the pinkish red of irritated skin, the water inside the bucket had turned a sickly maroon.

“Just a suggestion,” the man groan, as the zombie turned his attention to medkit, “ don't ever become a goddamn nurse.” Tom grabbed the clean rag from the top of the kit, and opened the box. Inside were standard issue medical supplies, including the tweezers he would need, kindly wrapped in an airtight plastic, and the small bottle of water he had placed inside. Unscrewing the bottle, he rummaged around to find the salt he also stashed inside (that had surprisingly been rather hard to find) and upon finding it, sprinkled some inside and swirled the mixture.

Finished with his preparations (he was getting a rather skeptical look, but this worked for him for the many years of his existence, so he'd have to deal with it) he turned back to his new friend. “Don't worry mate.” Tom gave him a cheeky grin. “That wasn't even the worst part!” Taking his left arm in one hand, he carefully dripped some of concoction on a particularly nasty cut. His actions caused the man to let out a cut off yelp, as the initial contact stung. But as Tom cut off the stream, he carefully dabbed the edges, checking for any debris stuck inside the wound.

They continued in this manner for a few more minutes, before they were joined by another person. As Mot’s eyes adjusted to the natural light, he centered his gaze onto the pair. Tom threw a smile over his shoulder towards the mottled man, but he was ignored. His attention was captured by the man beside the zombie.

Following Tom’s gaze, the man locked eyes with the half-creeper. His mouth fell open, and he struggled into a more upright position. “Mot?” The small utterance sent both into action. Said halfling rushed forward, and he was met part way by the unnamed man pushing up into his feet. The two embraced, the man giving a slight grimace as Mot’s clothes were pressed into a few of his lacerations. Meanwhile, Tom slowly rose, trying not to break the moment.

They broke apart, but the man gently rested a hand upon Mot’s cheek. “You’ve grown so much, just look at you. You look so healthy and cared for, I just wish I could have been there.” The mottled man shook his head, swiftly replying, “You did the best you could. Even when you were gone I couldn't have asked for a better dad. A better life? Of course, we all wish for that. But I knew, even in my worst moments, that you did the best you could.”

Tom stood off to the side during this reunion, idly staring at the medical supplies he had out. He wasn't quite done cleaning his wounds, and there were a number he still needed to bandage. But they were having a moment. It was always a gift to see Mot so purely happy. He wrinkled his nose at the pungent water now contained in the bucket, and opted to refill it with cleaner water while the duo did… whatever you do when catching up with family.

As he reentered the building, headed towards the rather shabby medical wing, he gave a passing nod to Jordan, who was wrapped up in whatever he was doing. When he jerked the door to the med bay open, he was once more greeted with a sharp chemical smell. He went to dump the foul water, rubbing his nose as the liquid poured down the sink. After cleaning it out a little, and refilling it, he made his way back to the pair outside. Along the way, he was joined by Dia, who gave him a curious look as he hefted the water bucket along beside him. The zombie just shrugged.

Once they made their way out, Dia was quick to lock onto the two already seated in the grass. Turning his head partway towards Tom, he queried, “Is that Mot’s father?” The zombie nodded, going back to where he had set up.

Mot and his dad were still conversing, and neither of the newcomers were about to stop them. While Tom somewhat straightened out his little area, Dianite stared off to the side, his gaze focused on something he paid no mind to.

Tom looked up when he felt the eyes of Mot and his father on him. Upon seeing them staring at him, Mot with that fond look in his eyes and his dad with scrutiny, he righted himself from where he was crouched over the medical supplies. After a good minute Mot’s dad shifted his look to

Dia, who returned his gaze. Meanwhile the halfling shook his head at the man’s actions.

With a slow nod, he commented to the half creeper, “You’ve got some fine partners I'd say.” The god gave him a small smile at the remark, and Tom turned his away to his his embarrassed flush. The human picked himself up off the ground again, muted pops coming from his knees, despite having already gone through this motion before. With a small stretch, he approached the pair standing off to the side, an eerie smile on his face.

Placing a firm hand on each of their shoulders, he warmly stated, “If you hurt my son, you’ll feel pain far greater than one’s mind may comprehend.” His eyes took a dark look for a split second. “I would know.” Releasing the two startled males, he returned to his kinder nature. “I’m sure you boys would love to help Mot catch me up on what’s happened, I wanna know how you all met and got together. It’s always hard to get the third person in without it being awkward.” As he lurched back over to his son, Tom and Dia exchanged a slightly startled look.

Shrugging, the god followed the mortal back towards Mot, while Tom regathered his medical supplies. Lugging them over, he plopped down beside the man, laying out his luggage. “At least let me finish cleaning you up, mate.” He nodded towards the uncovered injuries. “Since you think my nursing skills are shit, I bet you’d rather Mot help you out. Buuuut, you’re still stuck with me.” Said halfling rolled his eyes, gesturing for Dia to start talking while he picked up the cleaner of the rags and Tom retrieved the gauze.

And though they were still holed up in Inertia, they talked until sunset, in which Jordan wandered out, having not found what he was looking for, but ready to leave anyway. It was with glee that the reunited father and son left the complex, not ready to leave one another again.

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(AN: So i was gonna have all the meeting the parents on here, but then this decided to be long??? And take a lot of effort??? Cause i want it to be good? What a concept. Anyway, that's part one, so i hope you like it :D Sorry that its , what four days late? Im a major procrastinator, even with things i like…. ill write the other two over the week)

[ajokeformur-ray]

May I have ships for Black Butler, Sherlock, Phantom of the Opera, and Doctor Who? Gender- Female Sexuality- Biseuxal Interests- writing poetry, doing my makeup, listening to show tunes, hanging out with friends, reading fanfiction, making up stories in my head watching movies and tv shows Likes- being dramatic, correcting people, being right, learning new things, being able to bitch with certain people, making people smile, music, alone time, being the center of attention with certain people, shiny/sparkly things, wearing black, wearing dark makeup Dislikes- being told to stop being dramatic, homophobic people/comments, being wrong, people who don't know what the fuck they're talking about, being crowded, being alone with people who I don't know, being in large social situations, being alone for a prolonged period of time What you look for in someone- as a person with severe anxiety and depression, I look for someone who will be patient and understanding with me; willing to learn how to help me through anxiety attacks and long bouts of depression. I also look for someone who is dominant. I need someone who can take charge of a situation and make decisions. I need someone who will take care of me when I can't take care of myself. I want someone who is passionate, protective, and sincere. I also look for someone who will understand my love languages, which are quality time and receiving gifts. I am a very shy, quiet person. I don't really talk that much and don't like to socialize. Once I'm comfortable around you, you'll learn I'm also dramatic, creative, analytical, loyal, honest, protective, and a bit of a bitch at times. I tend to be drawn to the people that others are scared of. I always look for the good in people, and am not quick to judge. Although I'm a very kind person, I'm not quick to trust. And once you've broken my trust, it's extremely hard to earn it back. - @bingewatchingmylifegoby

BB ship - Mey-Rin

-  Mey-Rin doesn’t get much free time, though, on the days when Sebastian has had enough of the other household staff members making messes and mistakes, he tells them to take the evening off because he can do it faster and better on his own. On such evenings, Mey-Rin is content to do whatever you’re doing, and if you want to be left alone she’ll go practice her self-defence skills. 

- Mey-Rin would love your flair for the dramatic and would very likely compliment you on these skills. She would have access to the Phantomhive Library and would be able to take out books for you to read when you visit the Manor, and Sebastian would be on hand to make sure you’re met with hospitality befitting of a Phantomhive guest. So you could ask him questions about things you’re curious about. 

- When there’s a large social event at the Manor, you’d be invited as an honorary guest, though attached on the bottom of the expensive and elaborate invitation is a chicken scratched message: Please make yourself comfortable in the kitchen when you’ve had enough, yes-yes! from Mey-Rin. You’re left wondering how she managed to write on it without Sebastian seeing it beforehand.

- Mey-Rin fumbles and falls a lot, but as a Phantomhive servant, she’s a dark horse. She sees, hears, feels, more than she lets on, just like her training. She is badass and knows a lot about the world and its cruelties. She would likely have experience with depression and even anxiety, so would be very patient and know what to say or do to help you when you needed it. She’s used to taking care of Ciel so she’d know how to take care of you when you can’t. She can’t spend much time with you, but whatever is spare at the end of the day is yours.

- She’d watch you flourish as you become more comfortable and open around her, and would love knowing that she sees the parts of you that few get to really see. Mey-Rin would always defend you as fiercely as she defends the Household and everyone in it.

Sherlock - Molly Hooper

-  Molly’s job can get pretty violent even on the best of days and some of the things that she sees coming into the morgue only have a place in the best of horror book and films. When she comes home, she tends to invite you over so that you can watch something together, or just spend a quiet evening together doing your own things. Sometimes you go out together, but for the most part, you’re indoors. Molly loves helping you with your make-up or reading your poetry if you let her.  

-  She is a bit of a wallflower and can often fade into the background, but when you go out together or it’s just the two of you, you’re all she’s focusing on. When you go out together and she dresses up along with you, you do each other's make-up. Sometimes she’ll talk to you about her work and listen to you talk about yours, and she’ll pass along all the office gossip that she picks up on. 

-  Molly wouldn’t ever tell you to stop being dramatic; she loves seeing you when you’re animated and in your own element. When you want to be alone, she gives you the space you need, but she’s also right there when you don’t want to be alone. If you’ve had enough at a party, she takes you out back until you're ready to go back in or she’ll just take you home. 

-  I think Molly has anxiety too so she’d definitely understand. Because of how Sherlock and others treat her, she often doubts herself and her abilities but given the chance, she can really shine and kick ass. So she’d always be there to listen and hear what you have to say because she knows ow it feels to be seen as small and unimportant.  When you can’t look after yourself, Molly will take your best interests into account and look after you until you can look after yourself. Molly is so much more than the show writers let her be and she’d be fiercely protective of you and yours. She would always look out for you and also for herself and would be incredibly loving. 

-  People aren’t scared of her, exactly, but people also don’t really listen to her and she’s often marginalised.  She’s so kind and selfless and would do anything for anyone.  She’d love you for you and all your flaws and would protect you from yourself when it’s called for. 

Phantom of the Opera - Nadir Khan (Daroga)

- You’re incredibly creative and your hobbies are physically relaxing but intellectually stimulating. If you ever wanted to share your poetry or your stories, Nadir would be there to read, listen, compliment and then offer constructive criticism if you wanted it. He’d be proud of your creative pursuits. 

- Nadir is friends with the Phantom so he’s well-accustomed to people having a somewhat dramatic flair. Your dramatic flair would definitely be a more refreshing change as yours is less toxic than the Phantom’s. He has a wealth of culture, languages and stories at his disposal and I think Nadir would enjoy talking with you over a cup of tea and tell you some stories or teach you things you want to learn.  

- He’s very protective of those he loves and is caring and affectionate, loyal to a fault. There’s not much he’d refuse you if you asked him, and you’d always be his main priority. In a large social event, he’ll make sure that you’re either by his side or with someone like Madame Giry, who can keep an eye on you to his standards. When you want to leave, you leave, simple as. He just takes really good care of you. 

-  Nadir is used to dealing with the Phantom’s mood swings, impulsive bad decisions and dry wit, and he’d definitely be empathetic towards you and always listen with his full attention to everything you have to say. He would come up with a solution to any problem you had if you wanted one, and if not then he’d just be there with open arms and two ears to listen. When you can’t look after yourself, he has a firm hand and gets you back to where you need to be, though he doesn’t push and knows when enough is enough.

-   The two of you actually have a lot of common ground in who the two of you are, and you’d get along really well and only be seen as a positive force for each other. In Kay’s version of Phantom, Nadir had a wife and son who both died tragically of illness (if I remember rightly), so he’s been through some of the darkest times in one’s life. You’d only bring some of that light back to him just by being you, and in return, he’d shower you with all the time and gifts in the world.

Doctor Who - Ten

-  You’re very imaginative and Ten would only fuel that by taking you to all your favourite places in the past, present and future, and getting you to tell him some of your stories. If you’re not comfortable with that then he would understand but he would be the most supportive person of your artistic temperament. He would tell you to hang onto your words and never let anyone take them away from you.  Make-up confuses him so when you put it on he’d ask you a gazillion question at such a speed that you have to ask him to slow down and ask you one question at a time.

-  Oh. Oh my goodness, you two are the sassiest couple. You know how Ten often goes on a sarcastic tangent when his enemies demand something of him and he’s chuckling and saying something like, “the Doctor will not”? Yeah, oh my goodness adding you to the mix means that there’s twice the amount of talking and tbh you probably baffle the monsters you’re going up against. You’re always his main priority and he’s always focused on you when he’s not saving a planet or fixing the TARDIS.

-  We all know how protective Ten is of those he loves, so he’s the first person to verbally slam-dunk someone trying to insult you. You won’t even have processed what was said to you before he’s in the face of whoever insulted you, and his insults are so scathing the person’s future grandchildren are going to feel the burn of the Doctor’s words.  When you’re in a large social event, he holds your hand and pulls you through the crowds of people, keeping a close eye on you to make sure that your surroundings are bearable for you. As soon as they’re not, he’s whisking you away to someplace less crowded and won’t hear a word about you apologising.

-  He’s been alive for 900+ years so he’s seen and heard, experienced and witnessed the absolute best and the worst of humanity. He’s so wise, so lonely, that he knows exactly how to comfort you. Sometimes, he’s comforting you before you even know you need to be comforted. He doesn’t alwas have the words you need to hear and that’s okay, but he always has two sympathetic ears, two arms to hold you, two hearts to beat reassuringly when you lay your head on his chest, and a boatload of stories to make you laugh until you’re doubled over and howling with tears pouring down your face. Sometimes he needs comfort and a listening ear, and you support each other through it all.  A lot of the time he’s in charge because you’re literal worlds away from home and he’s the only one you have got to depend on, especially in life and death situations. So he can definitely take care when you need someone to care for you. 

- You’re just so strong and protective together, always looking out for the other and defending each other to the death if it came to that. It’s not always easy because sometimes he has to shut down and internalise and sometimes you don’t feel like talking, but the good days far outweigh the bad days.

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What is Thoracic Outlet Syndrome?

I’ve heard the same things everybody else has.

Markelle Fultz has apparently been to something like 10 specialists in an effort to discover what’s wrong with his shoulder. Only yesterday did we finally get a diagnosis for the shoulder issue that ails him, a diagnosis of “Thoracic Outlet Syndrome.”

TOS, in simple terms, is a compression of the Thoracic Outlet located in the area between the lower neck and upper chest. That “outlet” consists of the Brachial Plexus and an artery and vein located just below the clavicle.

Here’s a handy diagram, courtesy of Hopkins Medicine, that shows the area in question:

The circled area is the Thoracic Outlet, which contains the Plexus (yellow), the subclavian artery (red), and the subclavian vein (blue). The Brachial Plexus is basically a network of nerves that extends from your spinal cord through your neck and over the ribcage into your armpit. While nerves are present in this area, TOS isn’t considered a “nerve issue,” it’s categorized as a group of disorders and not one specific thing.

There is, however, a bit of discrepancy in the language used by the Sixers and Markelle’s agent, Raymond Brothers, because in the press release the team says he has “Thoracic Outlet Syndrome” while Brothers told Adrian Wojnarowski that Markelle has “Neurogenic Thoracic Outlet Syndrome,” which would suggest that the compression is on the nerve bundle and not the veins. A “vascular” TOS would be the compression of those veins instead, which is easier to diagnose than the neurogenic variety because the patient would have altered pulsations or more identifiable blood vessel issues. The neurogenic version of TOS is said to be more common but harder to diagnose.

People with TOS will suffer from their collarbone, chest muscle, or neck muscle pushing against one or more of the aforementioned vessels or nerves, which results in pain in the neck and shoulders or a numbness and weakness that shoots down to the hand and fingers. The sensations are inconsistent and TOS presents itself in a somewhat erratic way.

You may remember The Athletic report that came out about two weeks ago, a combo effort from Jared Weiss, Derek Bodner, and Sam Amick. In that write up, it’s mentioned that Fultz was also dealing with a wrist injury, and this passage jumps out at me specifically:

In addition to a previously diagnosed right shoulder injury that continues to impact him, Fultz has been playing with an apparent injury in his right wrist area that has adversely affected his ability to shoot, league sources told The Athletic. The issue has led to periodic difficulties holding on to the ball during his shot. Specialists have been working with Fultz to figure out how they can strengthen the wrist area to remedy the injury.

….

The wrist and shoulder injuries’ impact varies; some days they badly hinder him, other days they do not, causing an erratic pattern in which his shot appears to be working one game and is off the next. As he tries to work through and compensate for the injury, it has at times resulted in a case of the ‘yips,’ especially when shooting free throws.

That would mesh with the symptoms of TOS, the idea that if Markelle was feeling numbness or tingling in his hands via the impacted nerves or veins, that he would have trouble gripping a ball or making consistent shooting motions due to wonky compression patterns. I don’t know how that manifests itself when Markelle goes up to block a shot or dunk the basketball with one hand, but those motions do not feature the same muscle usage as shooting a basketball with two hands.

Over at Philly.com, Sarah Todd talked to California pain management specialist Medhat Mikhael, and I found this passage interesting regarding the difficulty and length that it takes to correctly diagnose TOS:

“…a lot of the time there are physicians that miss the diagnosis. I’ve seen patients treated in so many ways and seen patients that ended up with a neck surgery or fusion surgery because they thought something else was causing the patient’s symptoms and they went ahead an operated and then the patient continued to have the symptoms. A lot of times patients will rush into treatment thinking that they know the cause, thinking that’s it’s coming from a certain point, but it is not.”

TOS is categorized as a diagnosis of exclusion, which means that you’ve basically ruled out everything else to reach your conclusion. A good example of a similar diagnosis is Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which can involve a number of different signs and symptoms. Maybe you get a colonoscopy or an upper GI endoscopy, and the doctor doesn’t find anything. You’re in the clear. No diverticulitis, no colon cancer, nothing like that. They just circle back to an IBS diagnosis because they don’t see anything conclusive in the testing. You’ve basically just gone through a process of elimination, and it can take a long time to get there.

At this point, I’m more interested in the cause of Markelle’s problem, which we still don’t have an explanation for. We don’t know how this happened. Did it stem from the scapular muscle imbalance? If so, where did the scapular muscle imbalance come from? We’ve asked Bryan Colangelo, Brett Brown, and Elton Brand about the genesis of the injury, which they claim they do not know. We asked Markelle about it last year, and he responded with total silence while staring into the abyss. The theory that he hurt himself in a bike accident was squashed publicly by Raymond Brothers. Do you believe Brothers or not? The whole thing is bizarre.

According to the Mayo Clinic, these are some possible causes of TOS:

Anatomical defects. Inherited defects that are present at birth (congenital) may include an extra rib located above the first rib (cervical rib) or an abnormally tight fibrous band connecting your spine to your rib.

Poor posture. Drooping your shoulders or holding your head in a forward position can cause compression in the thoracic outlet area.

Trauma. A traumatic event, such as a car accident, can cause internal changes that then compress the nerves in the thoracic outlet. The onset of symptoms related to a traumatic accident often is delayed.

Repetitive activity. Doing the same thing repeatedly can, over time, wear on your body’s tissue. You may notice symptoms of thoracic outlet syndrome if your job requires you to repeat a movement continuously, such as typing on a computer, working on an assembly line or lifting things above your head, as you would if you were stocking shelves. Athletes, such as baseball pitchers and swimmers, also can develop thoracic outlet syndrome from years of repetitive movements.

Pressure on your joints. Obesity can put an undue amount of stress on your joints, as can carrying around an oversized bag or backpack.

I’d imagine any early medical scan would have revealed an anatomical defect. Markelle is certainly not obese and I don’t think he was lugging around oversized bags at Washington or in high school.

Trauma would make the most sense, but you would leave the door open for “repetitive activity” wearing on the body. If Fultz took 40 bazillion shots this summer with Drew Hanlen, did that uber-training ultimately turn out to be counterproductive to his health?

I’ve said before that we have Fultz, Brown, and Brand on record within the past 30 days, each saying that Markelle was fine. He himself never complained about shoulder issues this year, and if he said something internally, like “coach I don’t feel right,” then the Sixers obviously complied with that because he’s seen multiple different specialists over the past however many weeks and months. That’s the whole point of allowing second and third and fourth opinions via the collective bargaining agreement, so that NBA teams can’t just say, “you feel fine, get your ass out on the court.” 

I also don’t really buy the fact that the Sixers medical staff is completely inept. Athletic team doctors are generally specialized in, well, athletic injuries. They’re good with knees and elbows and backs, common issues basketball players suffer from. How much does Dr. Danny Medina really know about Zhaire Smith’s sesame seed allergy? Probably jack shit, so they outsource the medical analysis to an allergy specialist and will generally send a team doctor along for any visits. It’s not like they just say, “okay, we’re gonna send you to a shoulder specialist, let us know how it goes!” They are a part of the process from start to finish.

Likewise, when you go to your primary care physician for a throat problem, he or she will likely send you to an ENT specialist who knows what they’re talking about. The world of athletic medicine isn’t entirely different from what you and I experience.

Again, what I’m interested in is this:

“Markelle, what do you think is the cause of this Thoracic Outlet Syndrome?”

That’s really the most important question moving forward. I’m skeptical that three to six weeks of physical therapy will fix all of his problems, but I’m not cheering against the kid, not at all. Something about all of this just feels “incomplete” to me.

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