I seriously don’t get how we’re meant to do the assignments for the rehab unit. It just doesn’t make sense. There is no detailed guidelines and we’re just meant to write what we think is right and basically pray for the best.
I’ve got a funny feeling in my tummy right now and it ain’t the feeling of finishing the pack of M&Ms at one go. It’s a feeling of butterflies when I’m stressed and my flight reaction is kicking in. Next, I’ll be pulling off a Kristine Moment and doing something crazy. I smell it in the air now (not literally la of course, I know I’m good but I’m not mental).
I just feel lost for this unit, there are so many things we’re meant to do and we don’t know what to do. I know being in 3rd year, they expect us to have more experience and they’re treating us like professionals. But in all seriousness, we have not done clinicals yet and we have no idea what it looks like in a real setting. There always is a theory-practice divide and the divide for OT now is massive. We apparently know the theoretical stuff but we haven’t got a chance to put it into practice yet. This is driving me insane as we’re just regurgitating things out without really knowing how to apply them to the context.
Euhin asked me a very good question today, “Do you see yourself as an OT?”
Very promptly I told him I do not. It’s just because instead of the voluntary fieldwork thing we had last year, I got sent off on a 2 hour lecture in Freo to hear about an OTs role in self management of COPD and CVD. I have not met a client/patient/whatever the term is nowadays and I’m beginning to feel the real need to go out and meet someone and try my OT skills on them. Then there is also the matter of not being able to practice OT if I’m not registered and also the issue about not being able to work without a PR.
So many things on my mind and it really is wearing me down to the bone. I think I think too much about things that I really shouldn’t be thinking too much off. I have a habit of over analysing things and sometimes it drives me to my wit’s end. It’s not even 9pm and I think I’m burnt out for the night. I need someone to talk to. Sigh.
