There sure are plenty of them around here. What did that mean with a dead mom, a dad who if he was even around was maybe working six or seven days a week in the fields or dairies, or maybe he was some foster kid? Maybe he was even homeless. I knew that likely meant he had Medicaid.
His provider was the community health center (CHC) I am a student at. Time nearly froze as he was checking that “not approved to participate box.” The student was to get an EKG and an echocardiogram.
I gave report to a physician I was serving with because I wasn’t sure how to proceed. The good: He might get some good follow-up and be able to play next year. However, I now live with the consequences of saying something. But the last thing I need is some kid to die because I as a medical student didn’t just speak up at his free sports physical. Red flags shot into the air.Īt that moment, I can honestly say I couldn’t recall any heart-related issue associated with brain aneurysms that would preclude him from participating in high school sports. His mother died from a brain aneurysm at 32. I responded how I was taught to with my sorrow for his loss. But am I ever ready? He admitted that someone in his family had died suddenly. He denied having any difficulties in his lower extremities. Surely he was intimidated by the masses as much as I was. Immediately I noticed how long it took him to answer.
