It was a long day

Today is not that delighting it bugged me the whole day.

Yeah... something happened. Yesterday i got a case from my supervisor and i was called to follow up with the patient all the time. I went to ICU with her and checked on the patient. Routine was the same, i taught him some exercises and gave him some precautions and advice before i left the cubicle.

The nurse told me that my patient will be sent to the ward in the afternoon soon when there's a room. So the next day in the morning i went to the ward with another physiotherapist but it didn't turn out good. The patient remained the same condition as he was in ICU. In fact, he is sicker, i don't know.

Half way of my assessment the physio came into the room and she did all the talking until the end. First, i didn't get to do my works on MY case. Second, the patient's condition is really worrying me. Considering his young age, that shouldn't be possible. This is my first case and i have to do a case presentation next week, i hope everything goona be fine. Third, his sputum production is high but in my auscultation on his lungs, they were clear and all i heard was only air entry. There must be something wrong but.... why? I can't tell. Is my auscultation went wrong or something? Pretty contradicting the results.

Because of all these my mood was pretty down the whole morning. After i got down from the ward i went straight into gents to get some air. "Probably God is giving me some challenges. He has a plan for me perhaps." I said to myself. After a while i went out of it and kept myself busy the whole time until lunch.

After CRP II i went up to gym A to help out the physios. At about 4 plus, as the patients ended their CRP I and went back to their wards a senior physio talked to me asking about my day. I told her part by part and she slowly pouring me some information and guides. We talked for about 30 minutes. After that i went to see a patient and when i'm done with her, while i'm on my way back to gym B i started reflecting on the conversation i had with the senior physio. After such a long day, when i'm about to call it a day she asked me about my day. I'm feeling really moved. I don't know how to describe that feeling but it was good.

Maybe God really has a plan for me and He's guiding me through it. I don't care anymore whether he does exist or not, i need Him. I can't go further without Him. If i'm lying to myself so just let me be, i don't mind. He's an important mental support in my life and yes, even though it is corny but, i love Him. Love Him. Simple as that.