I'm formulating thoughts in my head and I really want to get on a soap box. Topics would include:
Accountability
Calling each other out in a Biblical manner
Raising Godly men and women
Being stumbling blocks
All things love
Deception
Teaching TRUTH
I could go on all day....
People drive me crazy!
How messed up the church is. Most people don't realize or care or believe its ok.
Where do I fit in all this?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Because it is Monday
Because I don't have school today
Because it snowed a foot of snow and is still snowing
Because my fire alarm went off for no apparent reason
Because I need to get out and go to the store
Because I'm procrastinating
Because I just found these pictures on my camera and forgot to blog about them
I bring you Fred....
Fred is Red. Fred is Dead. Fred could have pinched your finger, or maybe the nose on your head....
Dad likes Fred. (This picture cracks me up)
Fred is not the only one to make this his bed
Goodbye fred...
Let's make Fred's relatives into an art form while waiting on the bill...sorry Fred, not Bill your uncle...he um...well...anyhow bill the check.
Hello Pearl! Mom found Pearl in her oyster sandwich!
Because I don't have school today
Because it snowed a foot of snow and is still snowing
Because my fire alarm went off for no apparent reason
Because I need to get out and go to the store
Because I'm procrastinating
Because I just found these pictures on my camera and forgot to blog about them
I bring you Fred....
Fred is Red. Fred is Dead. Fred could have pinched your finger, or maybe the nose on your head....
Dad likes Fred. (This picture cracks me up)
Fred is not the only one to make this his bed
Goodbye fred...
Let's make Fred's relatives into an art form while waiting on the bill...sorry Fred, not Bill your uncle...he um...well...anyhow bill the check.
Hello Pearl! Mom found Pearl in her oyster sandwich!What else is there better to do than eat at your local Cajun restaurant on a rainy Friday night? By local I mean New Albany :)
Alligator tail tastes like chicken
Oysters aren't so bad after all
Fried Pickles are good anytime anywhere!
Craw fish are good. Messy and fun to play with as you can see!
My olive sandwich (Mufalata?) was good.
Anything else Cajun not so much!
Something about the spices they use I just don't like!
Fun times.
Supposedly Dad once brought home a whole mess of craw fish wrapped up in newspaper. There may not be anything wrong with that except he carried them as his carry on luggage while flying home!
Friday, February 12, 2010
A Little OT for You
I wrapped my brain around it! The following is my OT philosphy project along with the cheesy story I wrote to go with! Enjoy! 
Sophie before occupational therapy!
Sophie's transformation
The New Sophie!
Sophie before occupational therapy!
Sophie's transformation
The New Sophie!After Sophie’s accident she felt like her whole world was turned upside down. Life seemed dull without the abilities to do the things she loved! Sophie could see everything around her that she wanted to do, but she just didn’t know how she would ever be able to accomplish anything again. Everything around her looked so bright and hopeful but Sophie felt quite the opposite.
While in the hospital, she remembered strange people coming to her bedside and working with her arms and legs. They talked about muscles, tone, strength, and a lot of other things she didn’t really understand. Even though she knew they were trying to help her, Sophie felt like it was all pointless. All Sophie knew was that she wanted out of that place!
Once she was able to get out of bed, new people started working with her. Day after day Sophie worked with these people. They called themselves therapist. Sophie thought therapists were supposed to make you feel better. If they asked her to stack ONE MORE cone she decided she might actually go crazy! Everyone was getting to do what they wanted, but Sophie was doing all these silly activities that really didn’t interest her at all.
Then, one day, a new occupational therapist started working with Sophie. Oh gee, Sophie thought, maybe I can at least make a pretty pattern with those pegs I’m sure she will pull out. To her surprise the therapist had nothing with her! Instead, the therapist started to carry on an actual conversation with her!
“Hi Sophie! I’m Phyllis. I saw you have a beautiful bouquet of flowers in your room when I walked by. That must be some garden someone must have! Do you enjoy flowers too?”
Caught off guard, Sophie managed to sputter out that the flowers were actually from her garden and that her sister was managing it for her while she was in therapy.
“That’s great Sophie! How bout we go check to see if the flowers need any water? Would that interest you any?”
Anything to get me out of this gym! Sophie quickly agreed.
After a slow walk to her room and filling the vase with water (needing only a little assistance), the therapist encouraged Sophie and provided some feedback.
“You are showing great improvement. From reading your notes, it appears that you have better control of your movements! You only needed a little assistance with carrying the flowers once there was water in the vase! Well, I will see you again tomorrow Sophie!”
“What about therapy today?” Sophie asked.
“You just had it!” the therapist replied.
“No cones?”
“No cones.”
“No pegs?”
“No pegs. In fact, how about tomorrow we take a trip outside and see how you do watering some flowers around the facility?”
“Sunlight sounds wonderful to me!”
With that the therapist left with a smile knowing she just made Sophie’s day.
Sophie found herself smiling that evening when she looked across the room and saw the flowers she had watered all by herself. Suddenly she felt a little twinge of hope. Maybe I will be back to my garden soon.Now, after several weeks of working with her favorite therapist Sophie feels like a new person. You may say her whole outlook on life made a complete turnaround! Sophie has motivation now to do what she wants. With the right therapy, she was able to grab hold of all the things around her that she wanted to do and make them apart of her
While in the hospital, she remembered strange people coming to her bedside and working with her arms and legs. They talked about muscles, tone, strength, and a lot of other things she didn’t really understand. Even though she knew they were trying to help her, Sophie felt like it was all pointless. All Sophie knew was that she wanted out of that place!
Once she was able to get out of bed, new people started working with her. Day after day Sophie worked with these people. They called themselves therapist. Sophie thought therapists were supposed to make you feel better. If they asked her to stack ONE MORE cone she decided she might actually go crazy! Everyone was getting to do what they wanted, but Sophie was doing all these silly activities that really didn’t interest her at all.
Then, one day, a new occupational therapist started working with Sophie. Oh gee, Sophie thought, maybe I can at least make a pretty pattern with those pegs I’m sure she will pull out. To her surprise the therapist had nothing with her! Instead, the therapist started to carry on an actual conversation with her!
“Hi Sophie! I’m Phyllis. I saw you have a beautiful bouquet of flowers in your room when I walked by. That must be some garden someone must have! Do you enjoy flowers too?”
Caught off guard, Sophie managed to sputter out that the flowers were actually from her garden and that her sister was managing it for her while she was in therapy.
“That’s great Sophie! How bout we go check to see if the flowers need any water? Would that interest you any?”
Anything to get me out of this gym! Sophie quickly agreed.
After a slow walk to her room and filling the vase with water (needing only a little assistance), the therapist encouraged Sophie and provided some feedback.
“You are showing great improvement. From reading your notes, it appears that you have better control of your movements! You only needed a little assistance with carrying the flowers once there was water in the vase! Well, I will see you again tomorrow Sophie!”
“What about therapy today?” Sophie asked.
“You just had it!” the therapist replied.
“No cones?”
“No cones.”
“No pegs?”
“No pegs. In fact, how about tomorrow we take a trip outside and see how you do watering some flowers around the facility?”
“Sunlight sounds wonderful to me!”
With that the therapist left with a smile knowing she just made Sophie’s day.
Sophie found herself smiling that evening when she looked across the room and saw the flowers she had watered all by herself. Suddenly she felt a little twinge of hope. Maybe I will be back to my garden soon.Now, after several weeks of working with her favorite therapist Sophie feels like a new person. You may say her whole outlook on life made a complete turnaround! Sophie has motivation now to do what she wants. With the right therapy, she was able to grab hold of all the things around her that she wanted to do and make them apart of her
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Mental in a Mental Hospital.
Cognition skills may be a problem for me. Good thing to realize the night before you are going to do fieldwork at a mental hospital.
Last night I wanted to order a cinnamon roll...I was thinking " something sweet" along with "cinnamon roll" in my head, but instead "sweet potato" came out of my mouth. WOW. Then, in the process of asking for a refill, I walked out the door with my drink and not my cinnamon roll. Twenty minutes later while discussing breakfast with Stacy, I realized what I had done. Good thing she lives right behind the cafe!
I stayed the night with Stacy so I didn't have to get up so early this morning. Instead of pajama bottoms, I brought the top. I forgot my eyeshadow.
I think that covers it all...but then again...if I have a cognition issue then maybe it doesn't cover it all...
Ok, Ok, I don't have one.
First, I'd like to say that the last time I was in a mental hospital was also 9-11-01...not trying to make light of it, but it did bring back some memories from that day.
Now to the mental hospital. It was the oldest-continuous running mental hospital in the U.S. I believe it was 195 or 185 (again...???) years that they just celebrated! The OT took us through the history and had us look through photo albums from way back. What a long way we have come in treating people! Some of the pictures were taken during a shock treatment. Some were of patients literally tied in straight jackets--no pants-- to a chair that had a hole and a bucket under it so they didn't have to mess with them. We took a tour of the entire hospital including the basement where they use to keep patients. She said at one point the hospital was so desperate for places to keep patients that patients were shackled to the walls! This definitely fits with the history of OT we have been studying in class.
It is really sad that the state has let so much of the campus run down. One of the places we got to see was the old ball room. They used to host "Lunatic Balls" to raise money for the hospital. Now the ball room is literally falling apart. There are holes in the ceiling, the wood is rotted. You could tell it was once beautiful.
We really only got to see patients for about an hour today. Next week we should be able to observe more treatment sessions and group sessions. Should be interesting!
And this story is for a certain person reading that I know will appreciate it :)
The other girl that car pooled with us and went to (again I forgot the name) the big hospital by UK...well she had a less enjoyable day. Long story short... Burn patient/amputee + warm room + protective gown/gloves/mask....=passing out in the hall, hitting head on the wall and being caught by a passerby before hitting the floor! I felt so bad for her when she told us what happened. So, this seems to be a normal occurrence :)
Alright, bedtime! 5:00 was waaaaaaaaay to early this morning!
Last night I wanted to order a cinnamon roll...I was thinking " something sweet" along with "cinnamon roll" in my head, but instead "sweet potato" came out of my mouth. WOW. Then, in the process of asking for a refill, I walked out the door with my drink and not my cinnamon roll. Twenty minutes later while discussing breakfast with Stacy, I realized what I had done. Good thing she lives right behind the cafe!
I stayed the night with Stacy so I didn't have to get up so early this morning. Instead of pajama bottoms, I brought the top. I forgot my eyeshadow.
I think that covers it all...but then again...if I have a cognition issue then maybe it doesn't cover it all...
Ok, Ok, I don't have one.
First, I'd like to say that the last time I was in a mental hospital was also 9-11-01...not trying to make light of it, but it did bring back some memories from that day.
Now to the mental hospital. It was the oldest-continuous running mental hospital in the U.S. I believe it was 195 or 185 (again...???) years that they just celebrated! The OT took us through the history and had us look through photo albums from way back. What a long way we have come in treating people! Some of the pictures were taken during a shock treatment. Some were of patients literally tied in straight jackets--no pants-- to a chair that had a hole and a bucket under it so they didn't have to mess with them. We took a tour of the entire hospital including the basement where they use to keep patients. She said at one point the hospital was so desperate for places to keep patients that patients were shackled to the walls! This definitely fits with the history of OT we have been studying in class.
It is really sad that the state has let so much of the campus run down. One of the places we got to see was the old ball room. They used to host "Lunatic Balls" to raise money for the hospital. Now the ball room is literally falling apart. There are holes in the ceiling, the wood is rotted. You could tell it was once beautiful.
We really only got to see patients for about an hour today. Next week we should be able to observe more treatment sessions and group sessions. Should be interesting!
And this story is for a certain person reading that I know will appreciate it :)
The other girl that car pooled with us and went to (again I forgot the name) the big hospital by UK...well she had a less enjoyable day. Long story short... Burn patient/amputee + warm room + protective gown/gloves/mask....=passing out in the hall, hitting head on the wall and being caught by a passerby before hitting the floor! I felt so bad for her when she told us what happened. So, this seems to be a normal occurrence :)
Alright, bedtime! 5:00 was waaaaaaaaay to early this morning!
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