3rd physio ball: so strange to be there as a 3rd year. I dont really feel like that but we are the OLD ones, the ones that actually go out there next year for placements with REAL patients. I remember us in 1st year, looking up to them, thinking, omg they must know sooo much. Hmmm I am not too sure it that applies to us as well. We all need a major confident boost for next year cos everyone scares the s**** out of us everytime we have an information session or something. I will write a lot about this I guess cos that takes up most of my mind, more and more the further we get to the end of this semester ie next week. We should have enough knowledge to help ANY patient with ANY problem. AHHHHH....we could be on ICU ward in the hospital, managing patient coming out of general anaesthetics with massive wounds, a million attachments, ventilation, burns, major diseases, cancer, tumours, brain injuries, heart attacks anything why you could have surgery..and THERE U GO....make him function again, get him up his feet, BUT dont make him worse....F-R-E-A-K O-U-T!! But this post is about the ball...
Roweena, our favourite lecturer, our physio mum, had her birthday that night and EVERYONE just loves her. She is wicked. Anyway, Jared held a speech and the whole room with like 200 guests ish were screaming and clapping when she came on the stage and then we all sang her happy birthday and gave her the biggest hip-hip- HURRAAAYYY i have ever heard. She cried, it was touching. And she always comes to our parties, even to some private 21sts, she is always there and just lovely.
Roweena, our favourite lecturer, our physio mum, had her birthday that night and EVERYONE just loves her. She is wicked. Anyway, Jared held a speech and the whole room with like 200 guests ish were screaming and clapping when she came on the stage and then we all sang her happy birthday and gave her the biggest hip-hip- HURRAAAYYY i have ever heard. She cried, it was touching. And she always comes to our parties, even to some private 21sts, she is always there and just lovely.

Not sure if you remember, but that was my MASSIVE weekend. I was playing volleyball till 6pm, rushed home as soon as I had the medal around my neck and got ready within half an hour including hair. I came home to these three girl having occupied the bathroom for the past two hours. Getting ready together is always good fun. Thank god we had maysam cos she is an expert with hair in comparison to us useless and impatient girls.

Sweet young Maysam (she only turns 20 in November) oh I am ooooold. She will graduate with 21!!!! insane!


It sounds insane, but I managed to go to the volleyball tourney in the morning, was only at like 10am so that was easy and even worked at night but I have to admitt, I had to recover the whole week. It was worth it!!! No more parties now, being a good girl concentrating on the other important things in life, haha, like uni!