Fieldwork-Eve
As weird as this is for me to say, tomorrow starts (finally) my THIRD year of OT school, LAST year of school ever, and the day I've dreamed about since I was about 14. I love keeping track of things, looking through memories, so I'm hoping this blog will give me something to look back on over the next 12 months. Maybe I DO know some stuff. Maybe I CAN be a therapist. This blog was named because one of my professors during my first year used this sentence. I can't even remember the context, and I don't even think it's that funny if you don't work in rehab or healthcare, but I laugh every single time. The title is for you, Creighton friends. I arrived in Louisiana last Thursday ready to start my first 12 weeks of rotation. I thought now was a good time to start writing. Before we (this blog) and I (tomorrow morning at the clinic) begin, let's address a few important things. 1. What is occupational therapy? I had at least one entire lecture on giving a...