1. running outside (even in the deathly heat and humidity)
4. getting an Italian lemonade from Mario’s
5. watching paint dry
7. chewing glass
8. running into a sharp spike
9. did I say drinking…?
Yep, it’s that bad people.
Also, thanks to DK for ideas 4, 6 and 7…
paloma herrera(’s feet)
I love ballet feet. They are my favorite feet to work on (ok…more like observe some other genius working on). Especially because when I say things like “Ohh… I see how you have shifted your weight to the 4th and 5th mets and now your tib. anterior is way over-compensating.” the dancers attached to these feet know exactly what I am talking about. Smarties.
Oh gate control and central biasing, I thought I was done with you for at least a little while!!!
- Maggie S.
…should totally be against the rules. Not only is it accelerated because it’s crammed into 8 weeks, but it is also impossible to study when its 94 and sunny!!
Also, we are doing goniometry right now, which is a fancy way to say “I am learning how to measure the angles of the joints of your body.”
Yep. Not that fun. I think it actually would be fun if it wasn’t being taught at a million miles an hour. And maybe if I could skip the shoulder. Dude, I hate the shoulder. You just don’t know. Give me messed up ballerina feet any day.
On an up note- we did get to play with ultrasound, which is relatively easy and feels good too. Neat! I’m learning so much. (sortof).
I have checkoffs tomorrow, so keep your fingers crossed for me. I need all the luck I can get… (stupid shoulder).
I’m lying. It’s so great. And I am seriously lacking. So busy.
Sometimes I hate when people say that. Oh you’re busy? So is the rest of the world. I feel especially hypocritical as I sit here blogging at 2:30am. But my brain needs a break. I honestly have been studying so much I think my brain might just commit suicide. See ya, I’m out. You are working me to death!! I know, dramatic right?
Somehow I must get through the next 2 weeks. One more final (from neuro-hell) this week. Cardio lab practicals next week, plus a TON of studying for the week after. 3 written exams and a lower extremity palpation practical. and then… spring break! If I make it through all that, I am so golden- I’ll be like a freaking pot at the end of the rainbow. yeah. I don’t know either…
I bet you didn’t know that PT school was so glam now did ya?! All I know is that mama is getting some crazy sparkly new shoes and a massage the second spring break arrives. If I survive, of course. I can do anything for just two weeks right?!