Diane
15-06-2004, 04:08 PM
Nari, you are right. I shudder to think of the pain I probably dished out, personally, along with my services 3 decades ago when I was newly unleashed out into the world and had
1. a young, painfree body
2. a young but not so painfree mind, that didn't really have too many clues about physical pain
3. a need to prove myself to myself and others
4. a set of ideas from the dark ages about pain imparted to me from my well-intentioned school. (Well, maybe a bit later, Descartes era)
5. an array of peers before me who were stern and had few qualms about what was for the patients' 'own good.'
6. a militaristic/factory-like hospital system to learn in/work in that stressed me to my limits
7. NO EXPERIENCE YET!!
I remember walking into the PT inpatient ward at 8:00 AM the first day of clinical training, and my eyes being met by a long room, rows of tables up each wall, each one occupied by a suffering human with various expressions of RA, each with a pail of ice water beside them and a stack of towels, each set of eyes looking back at me, the "new student PT." It was daunting. My job that morning was to wring out umpteen towels in the ice water and apply them to these peoples' bare skin over various joints. I nearly passed out myself, from the ache of non-stop ice on my own hands for an hour, imagined awfulness of the contact of the ice, and from the "exercises" that I was told to help them perform after with my own now icy numb hands, to "help" them...
Another training vignette: walking into a different hospital PT inpatient dept, but like deja vu, same row of tables, this time all tipped, this time about 20 people all coughing and hacking with sputum cups (anyone else remember those things?) beside them. My job, to "assist" them to upheave secretions from their lungs by doing chest percussions. No idea at the time how hard or not hard to do it. At that time the PT world had no concept of how to use subtler reflexes to assist breathing and coughing, or that it wasn't necessary to turn the patients upside down to drain those bottom lobes. We all heard the coal miner/bronchitis stories out of Britain (out teachers were all Brits) and we faithfully replicated all the mean 'memes'...
(:x)
Whew! Glad times changed and PT allowed a bit of humanity into itself. A Polish, black belt PT came through the country teaching a much kinder way to help chests, based on afferent input of an extremely gentle sort. (Wish I could remember his name..) Drugs for RA got better, so there was way less hospitalization.
Diane
1. a young, painfree body
2. a young but not so painfree mind, that didn't really have too many clues about physical pain
3. a need to prove myself to myself and others
4. a set of ideas from the dark ages about pain imparted to me from my well-intentioned school. (Well, maybe a bit later, Descartes era)
5. an array of peers before me who were stern and had few qualms about what was for the patients' 'own good.'
6. a militaristic/factory-like hospital system to learn in/work in that stressed me to my limits
7. NO EXPERIENCE YET!!
I remember walking into the PT inpatient ward at 8:00 AM the first day of clinical training, and my eyes being met by a long room, rows of tables up each wall, each one occupied by a suffering human with various expressions of RA, each with a pail of ice water beside them and a stack of towels, each set of eyes looking back at me, the "new student PT." It was daunting. My job that morning was to wring out umpteen towels in the ice water and apply them to these peoples' bare skin over various joints. I nearly passed out myself, from the ache of non-stop ice on my own hands for an hour, imagined awfulness of the contact of the ice, and from the "exercises" that I was told to help them perform after with my own now icy numb hands, to "help" them...
Another training vignette: walking into a different hospital PT inpatient dept, but like deja vu, same row of tables, this time all tipped, this time about 20 people all coughing and hacking with sputum cups (anyone else remember those things?) beside them. My job, to "assist" them to upheave secretions from their lungs by doing chest percussions. No idea at the time how hard or not hard to do it. At that time the PT world had no concept of how to use subtler reflexes to assist breathing and coughing, or that it wasn't necessary to turn the patients upside down to drain those bottom lobes. We all heard the coal miner/bronchitis stories out of Britain (out teachers were all Brits) and we faithfully replicated all the mean 'memes'...
(:x)
Whew! Glad times changed and PT allowed a bit of humanity into itself. A Polish, black belt PT came through the country teaching a much kinder way to help chests, based on afferent input of an extremely gentle sort. (Wish I could remember his name..) Drugs for RA got better, so there was way less hospitalization.
Diane