Holy Hand Grenade

If you are familiar with Monty Python, then you can imagine how things are going for me right now. I have a final and a show on the same day, and I'm hoping that I blow them both out of the water. Fortunately, I think most of the work has been done for both of them, and there's no class Tuesday so I have to be happy about that, right? Now I just have to make some other people happy and I'll be good to go.

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Well, these first 8 weeks are almost over and I feel like I don't really know where the time went. What I can say is that it went a hell of a lot faster than I thought it would, but I guess 8 weeks really isn't that long. My first clinical with a single patient was easier than the rest in many ways, mostly because I didn't feel like I had to scramble to find things to do, but trying to find someone's radial pulse when their forearm and hand are swollen up to about twice their usual size is not easy, and I failed miserably. Aside from that everything went smoothly. I finally got to see some physical therapy, and it reminded me of when I got injured playing soccer or running and had to try to build up very slowly, but to a much more extreme degree. To see someone younger than myself really struggle with things as simple as extending your arm is a definite reminder that you shouldn't take anything for granted.