#Sports Medicine

[mypastnow]

[mania-sama]

oikawa always knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. from the moment he saw jose blanco when they were seven years old, he became certain that he would be a professional player. before he was old enough to understand how long it would take or how much energy it would require, oikawa was telling iwaizumi what number jersey he would wear on the national team.

iwaizumi loved volleyball. there was no question about it; he loved the weight against his fingers as he lightly tossed it in the air. he loved the green and brown bruises littering his arms, proving he fought and played well. he loved crouching on the court with five other people, waiting in bated breath to score the next point. he loved the sound the ball made when he spiked it to the ground with enough power to shake the net. he loved springing in the air and diving to the ground.

he loved watching his teammates glow with pride at every point earned, at every win. he loved having support during the hard losses. he loved oikawa, who threw himself so deeply into the sport that it made iwaizumi try that much harder, practice that much longer, want to win that much more.

but, he always knew his love came at a price.

he could see himself playing professionally. he knew that he'd only want to do it if oikawa would be on the court with him. he knew he was only as good as he was when the best high school setter in miyagi brought out his talents. he knew that, at the end of the day, his drive to be an Olympic athlete was crutched by his best friend.

oikawa had developed it alone, separate from iwaizumi. iwaizumi could recognize that, and that was what set them apart.

iwaizumi didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up. he threw around ideas in his head, every now and then. he knew he couldn't do a corporate job. he'd seen the way men fell asleep in bushes and in shops, never making it home, then waking up again to return to where they worked. it sounded like hell and misery, so he threw it out immediately. he supposed he wouldn't mind traveling the world, but he didn't know where he'd get the funds for that. he didn't care much for history or archaelogy, and those master's and phd's would be what would get him places. he even settled on the military for a time, if he really couldn't figure what he wanted from life by the time he graduated.

then, like dominos, everything began to fall into place. it started like this:

in his third year of middle school, he injured his wrist. he had to see the athletic trainer twice a week, for those were the days the trainer was available to assist the volleyball clubs. his mother was a nurse, so she made sure he kept up with his ice and stretches at home. he cared for himself and the trainer cared for him, coaching him through certain workouts and tracking his progress on a clipboard. he admired the trainer for the first time in his life. not because he was caring for iwaizumi specifically, but because iwaizumi was seeing all of it work. the ice, the workouts, the way his wrist gradually heals until he feels no pain anymore. he found himself curious about the clipboard, though he never asked.

oikawa overworked his ankle and twisted it in their first year of high school. iwaizumi's injury had been minor, but oikawa's was considerably worse. he limped as he walked, and iwaizumi went online and nearly keeled over when the results told him that oikawa would die in the next twenty-four days, that his ankle would never heal properly. mother iwaizumi was far more rational, and their trainer was available four of the five days of the work week, so oikawa was functionally okay. it didn't stop bothering iwaizumi, though. he was by oikawa's side the whole time despite their new friends', matsukawa and hanamaki, teasing. when oikawa allowed him, he examined the twisted ankle, pressing his fingers against the bone, carefully tracing the slightly discolored skin.

he started volunteering at the hospital when he could, though he found he didn't enjoy the atmosphere much. he saw charts, though. he started to get an idea of what was on the paper on the clipboard. that, he enjoyed. he enjoyed seeing patients walk away with grins at good news, and he eavesdropped on nurses and doctors discussing diagnoses he didn't fully understand. his favorites were the ones of athletes, good or bad. shin splints, they said with relief. tendonitis. dislocation. a torn acl, they gasped after coming out of a screaming girl's room.

someone caught wind of his volunteering. during a training camp, a fidgeting player from a different team corners him outside. he asked if iwaizumi had anything, anything, anything at all, though preferably xanax. please, man, he begged. i know you work at a hospital. i'll pay you back. i just- i think somebody stole mine out of my bag a while ago. i can't get through this weekend. hook me up? iwaizumi denied him, told him to get help, told a trusted adult because although he knew it was "uncool" and he was a "snitch", the kid was shaking and knee-deep in drug addiction, and iwaizumi couldn't ignore it no matter how hard he tried. his skin burned from where the guy grabbed him to plead. his tongue was dry from when he tried to gently let him down the first time. his head hurts from the idea betraying his peers, even though he knew they would cover his ass if he had alcohol on him.

they lose to shiratorizawa for the second time in high school, and oikawa tried to get himself another overworked limb. iwaizumi shouted, and shouted, and shouted, and he dragged oikawa out of the gym more nights than not. he sat with him when oikawa was determined to give himself dry-eye from watching volleyball matches all hours of the day. he kept oikawa going.

that addict player died over an overdose over the summer, the news hitting him at the same time as the rest of the miyagi volleyball community. and he started to understand. he understood the way the kid - for though he was older than iwaizumi, he was still just a kid - would react slowly to block the ball, or how he would twitch before his serve. he understood the first time oikawa hurt his ankle, how it had been nothing like iwaizumi’s wrist injury, or how taking xanax during a training camp was nothing like camping out in a basement with a couple of friends and a case of cheap liquor store beer.

on the first full day back to school in their second year, hanamaki pulled iwaizumi aside and said that matsukawa had passed out briefly on the train ride over. iwaizumi didn't know what to do, necessarily, or what it could mean that matsukawa passed out for seemingly no reason, but he decided to keep an eye out. he watched him at practice. watched the way he was slow to block, blinking blearily, swaying on his feet. it could be sleep deprivation, but matsukawa had said he wasn't tired. his second thought was of that player the year prior. he watched, and as much as it pained him, he waited. he waited until they could all get ramen together, because for one reason or another matsukawa found a reason to bail out of after-school food runs. when matsukawa got up to use the bathroom after finishing his food, iwaizuimi waited one, two, three, ten seconds to follow, similarly excusing himself. he listened to matsukawa heave and wretch, and he sat there until matsukawa came out, one hand hastily wiping his mouth. he froze when he saw iwaizumi, and it must've been something on his face, must've been the memory of how he failed to help a kid who was now six feet underground, because matsukawa broke down into tears. i can't stop. i can't, he said. i need to do this to be better at volleyball. i can't gain more weight. it'll bring me down. don't make me stop.

iwaizumi made him do one thing: see the athletic trainer. he got the athletic trainer to give them advice on a diet that would both build muscle and increase their overall health. iwaizumi sent matsukawa on his way with a detailed regimen, but he himself stayed behind with the trainer. he asked, doing his best to remain neutral: which do you think is more important? mental health or physical injuries?

after a while of deliberation, he got received the trainers honest answer. physical injuries. athletes can get severely stressed and disordered after even a minor injury.

iwaizumi nodded. how do i become an athletic trainer?

go to school, the trainer said, smiling. study hard.

taking that to heart, he left. he left with a plan: to go to university, study hard, and write a paper proving that trainer wrong. his paper would be on the psychology behind sports injuries, how its the state of an athelete's mental health that causes injuries. he would then work as an athletic trainer, and he wouldn't let a kid like oikawa overwork themselves, or kids like that player accost underclassmen and overdose, or kids like matsukawa avoid food and expel what little they consumed. because they all wanted one thing. to play better, to be better. and iwaizumi wanted to be there for them, to tell them that a game wasn't worth their lives.

he wanted to be there for the middle school kid with a wrist injury, whos only wish was to keep playing with his best friend.

iwaizumi studied hard. he researched and researched, and he kept volunteering at the hospital even though he hated the smell of sterile rooms and the miserable faces of interns and residents and the floor that housed most of the terminally ill. he shadowed the trainer as they worked with other seijoh clubs when he had the time. he worked, and he cared for oikawa and his various discreet attempts at overworking himself to death.

in his third year of high school, an acceptance letter from the university of california, his top choice of school, arrives at his front door with a full-ride scholarship.

[drhouseoncesaid]

13

Wilson: I’ve got the oncology thing! I-I…The rectal cancer lecture, they booked me a year ago! I-I-I-I-I can’t get out, there’s no way out! House: Fine. I’ll ask one of my other friends... What, you’re saying I’ve only got one friend? Wilson: Uh, and who…? House: Kevin, in Bookkeeping. Wilson: Okay, well first of all, his name’s Carl. House: I call him Kevin. It’s a secret “friendship club” name.

[invisibleicewands]

S01E12 "Sports Medicine"

[mindblowingscience]

The study adds to the growing body of science that suggests that “cocoon therapy”—bed rest in the dark with minimal mental stimulation after concussion—isn’t good for patients. Instead, when done under the guidance of a trained clinician, exercise is preferable, says Landon Lempke, a research fellow with appointments at the University of Michigan Concussion Center and the Exercise and Sport Science Initiative, both housed in the School of Kinesiology and first author of the study in the journal Sports Medicine. The observational study monitored more than 1,200 college athletes at 30 institutions nationwide before injury and at injury until medical clearance. The study wasn’t designed to establish a causal relationship between exercise and concussion recovery, but the findings are in line with previous smaller, randomized controlled trials identifying similar relationships. Athletes who began light exercise within 48 hours were considerably more likely to see symptoms resolve than those who did not exercise, with about 2.5 days faster symptom recovery time. Athletes who started exercising roughly eight days or later after injury were significantly less likely to experience symptom recovery than those who did not exercise, and took about five days longer to recover.

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[thornsofrosesdumps]

Team STRQ as unhinged sportsmed quotes: The time EMS visited to teach us shit edition.

Tai: Now kids the best advice I can give you on being a medic is don’t.

summer: We’re supposed to be encouraging them to join up.

Tai: Well, I don’t want to lie to them!

———

Qrow, trying his best: What’s your favorite energy drink kids?

Taiyang: Which ever one doesn’t put me into AFIB.

———

Taiyang: Sometimes patients do try and attack you, you just have to be ready to hold them down.

Raven: Conk that motherfucker out.

Taiyang: brother below please stop.

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Taiyang: Alright kids, I’m going to tell you a secret sense your teacher is gone. I’m currently running on four hours of sleep, seven cups of coffee and a prayer. Thus is the fate of a EMS.

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(A/N this was a thing where a EMS team came to our school to talk to us about the options of future careers and our options. Now I later learned that they weren’t the original team that was supposed to show up, they were a team who got roped into it because the other team was out on urgent.)

[hyenabeanz]

Oh man, from where we were sitting at the X, we didn't see Spooner go down; I hadn't realized she was injured. Watching the replays, the hit didn't look worse than any of the other hard hits they were letting go on both sides, but something went wrong.

Hope she's okay and can come back.

I also hope with the increase of focus on women's sports we finally see sports medicine research start to catch up. We know cis women athletes (and presumably AFAB nonbinary people who aren't on any kind of hormones) are way more prone to knee injury than cis men. Would be cool if we could do some science to decrease the risks.

I hate watching players go down with knee injuries. Because I know exactly how that feels. (Bad. It feels very bad.)

[jefferybezosisurmom]

Life update even though I’m the only one that reads this tbh

1. I got injured playing football (Ik shocking 🙄)

I was doing a drill and my teammates beside me fell on my knee so I got a patellar subluxation (partial knee cap dislocation) and I’m out for the season

2. Also football related, my team is EATING.

We went 6-0 regular season and we’re now going into the second round of playoffs before our finals

3. I did dash 2 math

I realized maybe it’s better to do something at a lower level that you’ll actually succeed in. Rather than trying to follow everyone else and struggle

4. I hate to admit it 🫣 but Lowkey I’m liking Shakespeare this year.

Macbeth actually eats and is 110% better than Romeo and Juliet

5. All my classes except for English are at 92+.

English tho I gotta lock in cause my mark’s at 79 and it’s because of dumb group projects so it’s not even entirely my fault. That’s also why I’m locking in for Macbeth so I can get an insanely high mark to boost my average. I cant stand having all my marks really high except for one. Especially when it’s sitting at 79 idk why but that number bothers me. Which is ironic since it’s my football number.

6. I’m at a point where I’m looking at uni’s

I obviously won’t say which university’s I’m looking at cause that’s like internet safety 101, but I’ll talk about the programs. So I want to become a junior high phys ed teacher which means 5-6 years of post secondary and two degrees. Obviously I need an education degree and I’m thinking I want to get my second degree in something like kinesiology, athletic therapy, or physical literacy. I’ve done sports med in high school and really enjoyed it and became passionate about it so I think those degrees would make sense for me.

[none-ofthisnonsense]

No it's NOT a date please stop with this awkward crush of Cameron's on House

[subliminalfitness]

I did it! It's so official!

[worstjourney]

Down the Rabbit Hole

Some days you're just logging journal entries and tagging them with the usual ... frostbite, sastrugi, ice crystals, rations ...

And then some days you get to learn about ischæmic necrosis of the anterior crucal muscles.

Truly the Terra Nova Expedition is a portal to all human knowledge.

[gayandloveableperidot]

Taking sports med with a connective tissue is funny cuz like actually what I’m being taught is not accurate to me half the time

[thetransplant]

How to gym as a cripplepunk

I confess I still feel a bit uncomfortable referring to myself as a #cripplepunk because my disability is invisible. I literally walk in to a gym like anyone else. CAT scans, MRIs and all the metal detectors can see me, but the others have no clue. To make it even more baffling I can get away with not using a cane or walker if I time my day right by spending most of it supine or seated. Right now…

[rightpathpainnspinecenter]

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[iianazelko]

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