I'm really enjoying placement. What? I know, why did I worry so much? Well, that is what I do. I'd update more about how much I'm learning and some of the quease-enducing things I see each day but there are crazy-strict privacy policies so I prefer to just talk about placement as little as possible. Basically I'm a speech-pathology student at a complex continuing care facility. This means people with major difficulties physically, cognitively, linguistically and....I do swallowing assessments all day long.
This is my first time
slaving working in a medical environment. With all of the sad tales around me (so many clients are fairly young suffering the aftermath of severe strokes or brain injuries) I wasn't sure how I would adjust. It seemed like I was doing better than I expected, making connections with some of the patients, really enjoying the work. Apparently my subconscious isn't so chill about all of this tough stuff. I woke myself up last night by screaming in my sleep. This is pretty dang unusual for me, no one has ever really mentioned me sleep talking. I remember the dream: I was on a streetcar (transit during rush hour is also new to me) and my sister comes up to me and informs me that someone we love very much* has been in a car accident that left them physically mangled and with a major brain injury that they would not recover from. It was surreal and I felt so anguished that I collapsed and began to scream but nothing came out. I tried the wheezy dream-scream over and over until I just let one loose in real life (or was it?).
*I don't consider myself superstitious (or religious for that matter**) but for some reason I feel like I would have to do all kinds of wood knocking if I posted WHOM was victim of the horrible accident. Yes, even if it was just a dream. Weird, true. But it isn't going to be my fault!
**I just like pointing out that I'm no longer into Jesus***. It wasn't relevant to the explanation.
***A wicked chain of asterisks for $400, Alex. It is totally cool if you happen to be into Jesus though.
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*Hugs* I understand. I used to have a horrible recurring nightmare about someone we love passing away in a terrible accident (I don't want you to feel the need for any wood-knocking by proxy, hence the lack of name).
Also, I love that when I finally show up in your blog it's as a harbinger of doom =P Just kidding.
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