I was really down today.
Everything was fine until late afternoon when Mr Raj shows us the marks we got for the first 2 days of the test. I gave in whatever i have but i don't think i get a good enough marks.
For strengthening exercise and passive movements i got 52 in total which i think i could have gotten better than what i got now. Passive movements i have no complaints because my mistakes weren't stupid mistakes, but for strengthening the question was asking for muscle strengthening 3 to 4 while whatever i did during the test was 4 to 5. Madam Shalini said if i did that correctly i could have gotten 70 instead of 50 in her session. And i forgot to mention contraindications which i already mentioned in my last 2 or 3 post, you know how i feel, it was really bad.
But still so not for that part, the therapy was the lifetaking of all.
I got moist therapy, in other words mean hot packs therapy. And i got the lowest among all my classmates for Mr Arumugam session. You know i didn't see the tank, it was insane, but it happened. That part when i give IRR already deducted grave lots of marks, he said i've given the wrong treatment. He said i'm even no entitled for any marks for that therapy actually.
You know how i feel after i heard those words, indescribable. I just.. sunk. That was a unforgivable mistake. How could i?
Ultrasound was fine, just that the time i didn't utilize good enough, according to Mr Arun. If my marks in this session wasn't high enough to cover my mistake in my moist therapy, i already failed. I was standing exactly on the threshold you know, 50, all 2 sessions together.
My eyes shed no tears, but heart itself was aching. I just, couldn't forgive myself. I know it wasn't anything too serious but you know my sucks personalities, i take everything very deeply. Sometime i caught myself hard to breath.
About the plan tomorrow, it was cancelled. Reason? Driver bailed last minute, and Priya fell sick, i don't know, so it was a total turn down. If she happens to tell me earlier i wouldn't have packed so many things and rush down to Ampang, i would just chill in PJ. And i could have joined my classmates yesterday, they had lot of fun just by listening to what happened in the club. Wish to have more to spend.
My friends in Ampang were kinda catch up with each other all the time and my existence slowly faded. I don't blame them, the time we spend together getting lesser and lesser. It happens when the time you got for them is so little.
I wanted to tell my problems but what would be done even if i told them? Or just anyone? People say sometime you're better alone. I don't know i kinda feel it that way. And my parents? I don't know. We just couldn't speak the way we used to be already. They're just not a good talkers and listeners.
I wish i could change myself.