chances are

i have been given my first placement (internship) to cap my first year in university. since i work in a physical dysfuntion setting, and my background of expertise is amputation and orthopaedics, and minor background with medicine for the elderly, and physical health, i have been given a task too daunting to imagine, too greater a challenge to refuse.

come june,i will be assigned to a mental health centre, where people who have mental health problems come in for appointments and get their prescriptions and integrate in managed workshops and groupworks with the medical team (psychologists, psychiatrists, mental health nurse,mental health OT’s).

as i was given the brief of the place, the outline of the type of programme was being discussed and the type of work i will be doing, i heaved a sigh of relief. the amazing workshops, the groupwork and the excellent team are such motivators. i already feel at home.

my only concern is: will they ever let me out?

probable answer: no. they probably section me as patient number 27, harhar.

 

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and because its a mental health centre: people are asked not to wear uniform to avoid insulting and labeling patients.

concern number 2: how would they know which one’s the patient?

probable solutions: wear my badge at all times/and stop talking to myself,haha.

 

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my classmates are simultaneously doing their own placements at other institutions and at other field of work where some of them are really nervous about.

one, who is being assigned to an amputation rehab setting, is asking me a hundred and one questions what to expect, and what to do, down to the nitty gritty bits of equipment provision and other technical aspects. i refrained on giving her the blow-by-blow account. i will not rob her off the beauty at seeing things from an eye of a first-timer, and experiencing things firsthand, without prior bias nor judgement.

i am going in to this placement myself with the basic knowledge of what to do, what not to do, ethical procedures, manual handling and basic theoretical knowledge, but the gory parts and colourful excerpts, i leave that to the night of presentation itself, when the curtains open and flash the neon sign to say : now showing.

at the end of the day, i hate spoilt endings.