Introduction to Marty, PT, & Me!

    So my college experience has been fairly normal as far as major changing goes. When I first came to OU, I was fairly certain I wanted to be a psychology major. After taking a class that was specifically for choosing your major, I ended up changing my major two more times. I was very lost and had no idea what I wanted to do in the future. When I had a family emergency in 2019 with one of my family members experiencing a stroke so severe it left half of their body paralyzed, I realized it was my calling to help others. By watching my family member go through physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech, and more, I discovered that I wanted to be able to help my family and friends if they ever needed it. I loved the idea of helping others regain their simple body functions and improve over a period of time. This is when I finally became a Health and Exercise Science, Pre-Physical Therapy major. 

Animated image concerning the different stages of physical therapy and the recovery of a patient. Image found at Cartoon Physical Therapy.

    After changing my major and beginning my school journey toward becoming a physical therapist, I was offered a pretty decent job position at a physical therapy office here in Norman. I worked at this physical therapy office for a few months before COVID-19 caused massive layoffs throughout my job field. Overall, the experience of health and exercise science classes at OU as well as my short time working as a technician in a physical therapy office gave me tremendous experience as well as reinforcing my dream of becoming a physical therapist myself.

    Now I know this is a little off topic, but since we are discussing me and my life and life goals, it's important to introduce my beautiful fur baby, Marty.

Personal photo of my kitten, Marty, at 2 months old.

    I adopted Marty at the very end of July from a semi-overpopulated animal shelter. As someone who gets lonely fairly easily, I thought a kitten was the perfect addition to my family; however, I had no idea what journey I was in for! Not only have I had to potty train him (after he peed on ALL of my carpets), but he has somehow managed to steal all of my hair ties and make them his toys. If there is anything you should know about me, it is that this little one takes up all of my time, I will talk about him for decades (someone needs to stop me from bragging about how adorable he is), and I will be forever grateful that I happened to be in the right place at the right time so I could find him.