I liked this class because it was very hands-on and I learned quite a bit. Now I know what to do (sort of) when I come across patients with arthritis, hemi/quadra/paraplegia, limited ROM, stroke, etc.
….. But a hands-on class = competency
final.
Freak.
The format for our final was as follows:
1. 3 stations in the morning and 3 stations in
the afternoon at the simulations lab (mock-hospital room setting).
2. We were randomly paired up with a classmate
and each had 5 minutes at a station.
3. At each station, we drew a card that gave us
a certain task.
(Ex. Patient has right hemiplegia. Transfer
them from w/c to toilet, mod assist)
4. A professor was at each station, grading us
on our performance.
My experience (in a list):
1. I was so stressed that my stomach went
buckwild and I went to the bathroom 5 times — once before part 1 at 8am and 4
more times before part 2 at 1:30pm. It is now 5:12pm and my stomach is still
making noises. My mouth is dry and I’m hungry, but I’m scared to eat
dinner.
2. I almost hyperventilated after finding out
my partner for transfers was a male classmate who’s probably almost double my
weight and height. My professors had to calm me down and reassure me that I’ll
be okay.
3. I literally froze up and stood there for 20
seconds while doing the dressing portion of the final. I apologized to the
professor and all she said was, “You have 1 minute left.” I’m surprised my
stomach didn’t explode at that very moment.
4. Overall, I passed. I should be glad, but I’m
not. That asian side of me is sulking over a possible B+ in the class.
Reminders
to self:
1. WHO. CARES. No one’s going to see my
grades except ME! It isn’t college no mo’! Just pass the freaking boards.
2. My identity is not in my grades. My
identity is not in my future title. It is in Christ.
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