Day 9 – Sports needs no Language

Actually, had the perfect day today, a proper full (ish) day of physio or at least, a normal timetable. Aaliyah also said she was looking forward to going back to work after lunch, she was currently debating the reason for setting goals with patients with another physio and I think she’s winning. I’m still not always certain if I’m allowed to do certain things and the Bangla tongue always sounds a bit accusing though really, I think it’s just their uncertainty when speaking English that everything sounds like a question. This morning my educator had said, ‘You spend yesterday on women’s ward?’ I cringed thinking I’d done wrong but she was just stating fact.

She also, bless her, was concerned about this ‘rash’ that had broken out on my chin and I had to use her translator to try and explain what spots were. To put plainly in English: my skin did not agree with this new environment and was protesting in acne. Fantastic, I thought.

I’m really starting to settle into this role more and it’s really stimulating to constantly think: right, this patient is achieving his goals, what do I do next? And when one of the physios actually told me about one patient’s short- and long-term goals, I wanted to hug him. Every time Aaliyah and I ask what their goal is it’s always unsure. So I’ve now taken over the treatment of this patient.

Chandenee has also said that if I have anything to contribute towards their group wheelchair therapy and respiratory classes then they’d be open to suggestions! I’ve decided to contact previous educators to ask some advice, it’s really motivating to hear their enthusiasm towards improvement within the workplace. If anyone has some evidence-based suggestions regarding wheelchair therapy and respiratory wheelchair therapy, please, please tell me!

Now for the highlight of my day.

THEY LET ME PLAY WHEELCHAIR BASKETBALL! Yesterday I’d tried to roll a wheelchair for the first time and was absolutely useless. Whenever I asked someone how I did they’d do that smile, shrug, hesitate and ‘ok’. Great. But sports wheelchairs are a whole different ball game, literally. I was CLASS at wheelchair basketball. The blisters on my hand are evidence of my actions. The language barrier disappears into the goal net when it comes to sport, it doesn’t matter what words you say, the tone of voice and hand gestures mean the same thing and better still, no one could understand my swearing! Though everyone seemed to know the word ‘shit’. This is confirmed every time someone batters someone else with their wheelchair; it is definitely a (W/C) contact sport. But man, was I sweaty after. You need to wear a bloody wetsuit when playing that, my trousers were soaked with sweat and my hands were blacker than black from controlling the wheelchair. I was so disappointed when the final whistle blew. I could play that all day.

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