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July 1st has come and gone. What is the significance of this? I've been at my current job for more than 1 year now. For one thing, I can't believe that I've been here a year yet, and for another, I can't believe it's only been a year since I left NY. Contradictory? Yeah, I know. But that's really how my brain is handling all of this. I've lived in Kentucky for a year, have been providing acute care physical therapy services for a year. I've learned so much in that amount of time, about my job, about the health care system and about myself. Earlier this week I realized that I am a grown-up. I realize that yeah, I'm 26, I probably should have clued into this before, but it really is different now. For the first time in my life, I'm settled in a place with no long term plans except to keep living life. I don't have any major transitions in my career coming up, no major moves, no family/relationship changes on the horizon. Wow. Kinda scary. In a way, so is the realization that I've lived in Kentucky for a year and I'm not making plans for "when I leave". My plans are more centered around, "when I can find an apartment where I can have... (fyi - laundry hookups, a dishwasher, and a dog)" As in, somewhere I can settle down and stop moving around every year or so.
Ok, enough life realization crap. :o)
I have my first physical therapy student at work. For those of you who are out of that loop, that means that I am currently acting as a clinical instructor. This is a little intimidating, as it means that I'm expected to educate this future physical therapist on how to perform PT in the hospital setting, and I only have 4 weeks to do it. I only just figured this out a year ago! Also looming in the not so distant horizon, one of my colleagues & I are presenting a lecture on physical therapy in the ICU for the U of K physical therapy class in October. I'm simultaneously excited and terrified.
In life news, I've successfully screwed up my checkbook by neglecting to write things down, resulting in a couple weeks of penny pinching (literally) until my next paycheck (July 15 - 13 days and counting!). On the plus side, I do get to go to NY next weekend for a family reunion, the slightly scary side of that involves celebrating 5 birthdays and 2 anniversaries and belated Mother's & Father's days. This means I actually have to check luggage, and it's all going to be gifts - rather terrified that I'll make it to NY and the gifts won't. I hate attempting to trust the airline industry.
Ok, the eyes are barely staying open, it's probably time to give in, play a few games of "crack" and go to bed. G'night!
Ok, enough life realization crap. :o)
I have my first physical therapy student at work. For those of you who are out of that loop, that means that I am currently acting as a clinical instructor. This is a little intimidating, as it means that I'm expected to educate this future physical therapist on how to perform PT in the hospital setting, and I only have 4 weeks to do it. I only just figured this out a year ago! Also looming in the not so distant horizon, one of my colleagues & I are presenting a lecture on physical therapy in the ICU for the U of K physical therapy class in October. I'm simultaneously excited and terrified.
In life news, I've successfully screwed up my checkbook by neglecting to write things down, resulting in a couple weeks of penny pinching (literally) until my next paycheck (July 15 - 13 days and counting!). On the plus side, I do get to go to NY next weekend for a family reunion, the slightly scary side of that involves celebrating 5 birthdays and 2 anniversaries and belated Mother's & Father's days. This means I actually have to check luggage, and it's all going to be gifts - rather terrified that I'll make it to NY and the gifts won't. I hate attempting to trust the airline industry.
Ok, the eyes are barely staying open, it's probably time to give in, play a few games of "crack" and go to bed. G'night!
