I’m freezing. My thoughts have condensed into a tangled mess, and a steady stream of coldcoldcold is all that’s coherent. Huddling atop my bed (hardly a bed; it’s near indistinguishable from cardboard and paper) is all I’m capable of in this state. A sharp ache in my stomach jolts me back to reality, and coldcoldcold morphs to hungryhungryhungry. I know in some part of my brain that breakfast comes after the silent dark, but in this moment it seems endless. In an effort to ignore the protests of my body, my eyes slip shut. I wish I could fall asleep, even if I’m to return to harsh yells and harsher work come daylight. But what’s worse is the crying. For each face that has grown cynical with time, there is a new one with fresh eyes, filling
A patient experience that stands out as significant was the day my evening patient cancelled his or her appointment. On this day, I found a patient at the CSU. When I first approached this individual, he refused to go to the clinic. I explained to him that there is no cost for an assessment and that it is up to him to accept treatment or not. When he came in to the clinic, he looked nervous. I explained everything before starting the assessment to help him feel comfortable. After the assessment I told him about the findings. I explained to him what gingivitis is and what he can do as an individual to help bring his gums back to health. I talked to him about the consequences and the risks associated if he refused to decline treatment. He was
A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend before an nfl game tbh, when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note.
After the incident, there were multiple Acute Critical Stress Symptoms that have occurred. Upon discovering the hole on the fuel truck, I froze and slowly climbed down the truck, myself and the driver of the truck assumed that the mortar round was inside the truck (it turned out, the mortar round hit the tank and ricochet and hit the ground, leaving an 8 inches hole). I have been thinking about the incident and the what if scenario kept playing on my head. There were a great deal of questions, such as, exposing my team to danger, to include the considerable amount of what could have gone wrong that could have loss many lives that night. I woke up several times with a cold sweat, nightmares, difficulty sleeping and fear of event repetition.
I ignore the slight pained grunt of the patient as I handle his wrist. I concentrate wrapping a bandage gently but firm enough to coddle the strain. He says he has no idea how he strained his wrist, but I had a pretty good idea what it could be. Pleasuring yourself too often can lead to a good amount of pain. I am beginning to feel far too acquainted with this scenario. I get one of these calls at least once a week. Guys in this city seriously jerk off way too much but this guy takes it to another level. Since seeing him, the amount of patients with this problem has double and the increase is him all by himself. This is beginning to become an epidemic maybe we should release a PSA. This is just ridiculous. There is no way in hell I was wasting nen on a guy who sprains his wrist masturbating, especially just after using it to heal a boy’s broken leg.
It was a bright sunny summer day when I stepped outside of my friend’s house. As I hopped on my bike and began to pedal, harder than usual, I began to groan as I peered down at my front tire and saw that it was flat. So then I jumped off my bike and grumply began to walk home. As I was walking I noticed something unusual, two men in suits, one in front and one behind me and as I began to think of a way out of this terrifying mess, a black van pulled drove up screeching against the side of the curb with its wheels and before I knew it the same men following me had put a black bag over my head and they tossed me in the van.
The Death penalty is a practice that is getting to be an expensive punishment. Some may argue that it is cheaper to send people to death penalty. The fact of the matter is that is not true and this is why. Sentencing criminals to life without parole is now getting to be cheaper than sentencing them to the death penalty. The online article “Cost of the Death Penalty” reports “Reviewing 15 state studies of death penalty costs conducted between 2000 and 2016, the study found that, across the country, seeking the death penalty imposes an average of approximately $700,000 more in case-level costs than not seeking death.” The $700,000 more is quite significant. One reason as stated by “Cost of the Death penalty” is the people on death penalty trials
Based on having three courses, a practicum, and an intensive this summer, I was prone to experiencing burnout during the summer of 2017. If I suffer from burnout while participating at the Naaman Center, it can affect my educational involvement and influence me to not be aware of the information that is being shared amongst the clients in group/individual counseling. Nevertheless, since I would be showing signs of fatigue, I would be avoidant of approaching my supervisor about important information this is required for my counseling education and theoretical/therapeutic approach. At the start of the summer, I believed since I had the summers off, I could handle three courses, a practicum, and intensive. Certainly, there were weeks where I
Imagine a world where 65 million people had a disorder that causes painful seizures that can happen at any moment. Well that's the world we live in, and the disorder is called epilepsy. Epilepsy is a disorder that cannot be cured, but can be treated, although most treatments don't work as well as medical marijuana. Medical marijuana should be used to treat epilepsy. We have all the research and knowledge to know how it will affect the patient in positive ways.
As you can see, the population has been increasing rapidly over the last 10 years, very much so, due to the large amount of immigrants. Also due to the large amounts of immigrants, the fertility rates would probably increase because the most countries that the immigrants come from have very high fertility rates.
The year is 2019. The humans, as they are called, have recognized our existence for over 2 years now. Leader #70 has reached Earth and betrayed his home planet once again. He has captured a land known as America. Now that he has advanced weapons, he’s coming for revenge. Last time, he lost the battle to himself. Unfortunately, he’s more powerful than ever now. We never learned from our past mistakes and that is why tons of soldiers are suffering. I signed up for this. I shouldn’t be suffering. Yet I’m still getting this feeling of regret.
My head tilted close to her ear so my voice carried over the alarms in the intensive care unit. With a breathing tube impeding her speech she nodded no. “You were in a very bad accident, you are in the hospital, we are doing everything we can,” I murmured before turning my attention to squeezing bag after bag of blood into her veins.
What if acceptance wasn't an option, and stage three didn't exist, would you shut down to?
On December 4, 2012, fourth game of the season I go down in pain holding my knee. Sprawled out on the court, listening to all of the fans look at me in shock and concern, wondering if I’ll be okay. As I lay on the court, all I can think to myself was, my grandparents came to watch me; I can’t get hurt. Coach Square came over, he said to me, “Marnie calm down, just breathe.” Sitting there for a moment to catch my breath, I started to cry. I then stood up cautiously to walk back to the bench, but I could not put any weight on my leg. The coach then assisted me by carrying me off to the bench.
I am a rather complex individual, but one quality that stands out about me is that I am very passionate. While I am passionate about many subjects, I have great passionate for a select few. First, I am very passionate about entertainment. For as long as I can remember I have always adored television shows, movies, and books. As soon as school let out I would rush home to watch Thundercats with my oldest brother, Mark. During my school vacation, I would spend my time reading. Therefore, my mother said it was hard to keep up with purchasing books for me to read. When my family went to the mall they knew I could always be found in the book store. Finally, I am passionate about Comic Conventions. My oldest brother introduced me to a convention
This story is going to be about this one halloween and it was truly terrifying for me at least. This will take place when i was about nine years old and the year was 2014. It started out as every day and it was like any normal day and it was halloween and i had to go to school so here was this big party at the end of the day and we were going to have a 5 day weekend. So everybody was excited and it was party time there was a big school party then there was a classroom party. We were just waiting for recess so that the party would start cause they scheduled the party after recess and lunch. It was only twenty minutes after rescues and our teacher took 18 minutes to take us back inside.