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June 26, 2005
A Chiropractor's Son Sent Me to Medical School
DocSurg has an interesting post about chiropracty. My only encounter with a chiropractor was when I was riding my bike home from the pier where my ship was berthed in San Diego, and his kid hit me in a left turn right in front of his dad's office. When I came too in the middle of the intersection I pulled my left shoulder back into socket and hobbled over to the curb with my pretzel of a bicycle. Dad the Chiropractor came running out and told me he was a doctor. He asked me if I was okay; I said I thought I dislocated my shoulder. He assured me this was no big deal; then he put his hand on my head, rotated my head and neck and asked me if that hurt. When the ambulance came he assured me that I didn't need to bother them with the transport, that I would be fine. The first aid and lifeguard in me was screaming at this point, but I didn't know he was a chiropractor, he said he was a doctor. The upshot was that the Navy gave me a Bankart repair (four anchors and sutures in my scapula to pull the cartilage back onto the cup of the shoulder joint); my surgeon, Dr. Mologne, let me follow him during my convalesence and the money from the accident settlement basically financed my tuition, applications, interview travel, and the closing costs on my house in New Orleans.
Note: don't mobilize the c-spine of someone just hit by a car without their permission. The standard thing to do is immobilize the c-spine, with informed consent.
Posted by Niels Olson at June 26, 2005 8:22 AM
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