Finding an answer in the chaos

And so clinical placement had ended.
And it ended with a bang.

Last in-service as a student became a sharing session, and I was truly touched by how dedicated and passionate each of the Physiotherapists were with their area of specialty and their interest in their patients and patients only. I enjoyed listening to their experience so much, and I knew I wanted to become Physios just like them.

Last case conference with the multidisciplinary team, a very dedicated team that have one and only concern – patient and I truly enjoy sitting down there and see how each of them fought for their patient’s best.

Last evaluation was good, my marks weren’t fantastic but the feedback given was precious. There were valuable and truly encouraging, inspiring me to work harder.
My supervisor felt that I had the potential, felt that my handling skills was good, felt that I was one of her best students and that meant a lot to me. It meant a lot, because I did not feel that I was anyway near what she felt. There was so much more for me to learn.

Throughout this 5 weeks, I had my ups and downs, felt joy treating patients and then felt frustrated because I was not good enough for my patients. This is the first clinical placement that I was so stress and my hunger to learn multiply by a hundred, because it was my last placement and I just wanted to gain as much as possible. This is the first placement that I was so stress that I had stomach flu, vomitting over the weekends.
And this is one of the placement that I was no longer afraid to ask “too much” questions, I was so crazy and unstoppable that I even approach other clinicians and therapist assistants. Yes, it isn’t anything like the usual “introvert” me. I was crazy.

And what did I gain at the end?
Everything. I learnt way beyond what I expected, and I am very, very, very happy.

They asked me what did I like about this placement?
The place, the team, the patients, the working environment, the learning opportunities given, the many people that inspired me.
And what did I not like about this placement?
5 weeks was too short for me, and myself for wasting the first 2 weeks feeling obligated and being affected by other trivial matters.

I met my previous clinical educator with my other friends for dinner tonight.
She said, “If you do not make it for MS, I will be heart-broken.”
It was a surprise, I always knew that she had good impression of me, but not this much.

This two clinical educator which I look up to as role models really inspired me, to be a good physiotherapist. With the faith they have in me, I know I can truly push myself for more because I want to be that good physiotherapist.

I’m not sure if I had just accidentally fallen in love with Neuro or anything else.
Well let’s just say, I had fallen in love with Physiotherapy over and over again throughout this 15 weeks of my life.
One thing I was sure, I appreciate this learning journey I had and can’t be thankful enough.