Physiotherapy

Let me start by saying good work on the blog's guys, everyone seems to be updating regularly and it certainly makes my evenings all the more enjoyable when I can finish a hard days work to spend my evening reading through the funny tales of the Lowlands boys.

I'm almost half way through my placement and it's going OK. The half way point is always quite good as the first half has flown by and I really can't wait to get back home and get on hol.

This week has been slightly depressing, not just because I'm stuck on my own in the middle of no where with a load of doctors who have the social skills or a cactus but because some of the patients I have seen. Some of the diseases/conditons/syndromes are quite atrocious. I have always been a believer that if you live a healthy life and do things the 'right way' especially during pregnancy you should get a healthy little nipper when they are eventually pushed out and more to the point if you don't lead a healthy lifestyle it could bite you in the arse, as was proved fairly recently by a couple of people we know far to well (you know who I'm talking about)! However, this is not always the case, some of the families have been brilliant and done all the right things to be rewarded with some truly horrible things happening to their children. Obviously I'm in a bit of a strange position as out of all the kids I have been seeing, none would be considered 'normal' so it seems like its more likely than not when a new baby arrives that there will be something wrong with it. I know this isn't the case but it certainly opens your eyes!

Without getting too deep it's time to slag someone off and today it's how the other half live. Now normally I would consider the other half to live in some sort of mansion particularly after living as a student for 4 years although I do think James picks up the best student accomodation award for that. However if you thought that was bad you should see some of the houses we have to visit they are disgusting absolutely vulgar, I shall explain one particular visit today...

My supervisor and I turned up to a reasonable looking street parked up and walked up to the door, as we knocked it swung open and a horrendous smell hit us, this was about as good as it got. Walking in saying 'helloooo physio here' we had three toddlers who were covered head to toe in mud, paint and crisps charge at us followed by a lady who followed behind, actually scrap that she was certainly no lady. Anyway she must have been pissed as I could barely understand a word she said apart from 'come through here' we went in to see piss stained sofas, black walls (through dirt, I think they use to be white) pictures on the wall you couldn't see as there were too many cobwebs over them, another 4 kids that were also all hers and a plate of chips and tomato ketchup upside down on the floor being mashed into the sorry state of a carpet. After swatting away the flies and trying to assess the unfortunate young baby girl with cerebral palsy mum decided it would be a good idea to let the dogs in! 3 dogs (no idea what breed they were) came bounding in, flea ridden, covered in yoghurt, matted hair, and drool jumping all over us. Cutting a long story a bit shorter we left as soon as we could and my supervisor told me to go home have a shower and if I wanted her to put a request in for new clothes she would do so. She has offered to wash them tonight to see if we can get any of the paint, chips, tommy k, drool, yoghurt, fleas, flies, piss, mud and crisps out of them. The joy's of physio! They aren't all like this and most of the people are lovely but they would make far less entertaining posts.

Keep blogging guys.