Sweet mother Mary. There is only one week left and then practically a month off before returning to classes. I can’t wait to have more time to read and learn about a lot of things that I probably won’t ever use. Seriously though.
- I have a newfound appreciation for Grey’s Anatomy. I’m not talking recent episodes. I’m really not sure what to appreciate about those…I’m talking those first three or so glorious seasons that made me consider becoming a surgeon. I now appreciate the competition for trying to see more interesting patient presentations. (Notice I didn’t say patients, I said their presentations) Somehow I took on four new patients in two days all with ankle problems. Now I don’t mind ankles, but I can only handle so much feet in one day. I told my coworkers, “the next shoulder [patient] that walks in that door is mine.” Neurological signs? Lord please, send them my way. I’m now considering myself the Meredith Grey type. Because of general surgery. Not the crazy mother thing. Love you momma.
- The prevalence of middle age adults with special ringtones has to be higher than those under 25. I think I’ve got it figured out. This demographic isn’t so old that they can’t figure out technology, but not so young that they can’t leave all the little phone tricks alone. Just because you figured out a cute thing on your phone doesn’t mean you have to use it. Now turn off that AC/DC ringer and give me 3 sets of 10.
- It’s easy to let documentation guide the treatment. This occurred to me on a particularly busy day. I had been changing the majority of my patients’ exercises and it was becoming an enormous pain in the gluteals to change these every time. On the opposite end of the spectrum, it is super easy to copy forward and keep everything uniform. However, I will say that it makes more sense, especially from a strength and conditioning perspective, to maintain exercises and only change a variable or two here and there. Easier to document. Easier to gauge progress.
- I don’t want to hear about the good ol’ days of physical therapy. This isn’t really related to this clinical experience, it gets Samuel fired up though. I get tired of hearing about how easy it was to set up private practice and bill insurance for handing a patient a tissue. I don’t want to hear about all the waste and abuse that occurred that now makes it more difficult for young professionals like me, who come out with more loans than any other PT generation, to get reimbursed because of all your damn patient spa days. This could be a long rant. For today though, I’ll leave it be and let one confusing, possibly grammatically correct, and definitely confusing sentence suffice.
The countdown is real.