You are probably sick and tired of hearing me complain about how busy I am at uni. Tough tatties. It's my final year and I will cry if I want to. It will all be over in a matter of months don't worry. I will be handing in my last every piece of coursework on Friday. Then all I have to deal with is the small matter of my dissertation followed by exams! PAH!
My oh my hasn't this week just flown by! This week I realised the only cure to a bad day is carbs. Preferably fried. Preferably cheesey. Seriously. As soon as you sink your teeth into the greasy goodness of your carb of choice, all your worries will melt away. Who cares if it is bad for you. Your tastebuds sure don't. I had a hard day at placement. Most people assume Speech and Language therapy is all about stutters/stammers. I will have you know that that is just a teeny weeny specialist area of the profession. My placement is at a Neurological Rehab Centre, and I work with a range of patients from those with Traumatic Brain Injuries to Stroke patients to those with degenerative diseases such as MS and MND. It's tough but really very interesting.
