done and done.

It is sort of hard to believe that after 2 1/2 years of school, including 8-months worth of clinical rotations, a summer-long Master's project, and countless assignments, projects and exams, I am now an Occupational Therapist. (Well, to be precise, I can officially begin working in Quebec as of next week).
It definitely went by quickly, and as I sat on the metro last night after my last-ever day of clinical rotation, exhausted and bug-eyed, I reflected on the past few years and on all that I have learned. I still have moments of uncertainty and don't always trust my judgement 100% when it comes to my treatment protocols, but I no longer feel limited by fear, and my grasp of the language is on the up and up. Because, you know, there is a very specific medical/OT language- full of -isms and -ias and -ions and all sorts of other tricky nomenclature. I have learned that trial and error is part of the game, and as long as you have good clinical reasoning to back yourself up, a respectful relationship with your client, you're alright.

So here we are, a week before the Canadian Board certification exams, and I have slept in til 11, and my house is a mess, and I have lots of e-mails and orders and other things to attend to.

And I am jobless (for now).

To all of my OT friends, congrats on this being the end of the school road. I wish you all the best in your future careers.

xoxo