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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I was dazed and really confused. The nurse came in and said, “Jaclyn you're in the Toledo Flower Hospital and you passed out.” My parents were sitting there with worried faces. I just wanted to know what was going on. She was giving me a medicine through my IV, looking as if she was frantic and dripping with sweat. As soon as I got my medicine a stretcher burst through the door. There was a bloody unconscious man lying on it. My nurse immediately ran to them and she was rushing around and looked like she was on an adrenaline rush. She was yelling for a Doctor, but there wasn't one around. She had to make the decision to intubate the patient without the doctor and that was a risky decision.
It took almost all my strength to get into that wheelchair on that late, sunny afternoon. It seemed like a normal day in the hospital, but this one was different for me. I am finally leaving to go home for a while, something I have not done in months. My strong heart beat faster and faster has the nurse pushed my wheelchair down the hallway to the front door. The warm spring breeze blew against my pale face as the doors automatically opened. “This is it”, I thought to myself, “I am finally getting out of here.” Although this was a very stimulating moment for my family and myself, it is almost impossible to forget the whole journey that made this day so special.
Over my 13 year's of living, I have broken so many body parts, it’s hard not to break anymore! I have broken about 5 bones/body parts. I have broken my skull, leg, tooth, lip (i’ll explain how to break your lip), and my arm. Here is how i broke all of them…
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.
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 day gave me scars. It began as any day would, with breakfast and a healthy swig of water, with toothbrushes and a change of clothes. I stepped out of the door to a beautiful, warm, Tuesday morning. The Washington sky shone brightly blue as I pushed my bike out of our musty garage and onto the driveway. It felt amazing to get out of our dustbin of a garage and into the fresh, crisp morning air. As my right foot slammed its full weight onto the right petal, the petal seemed to groan with the weight and then respond and transform the raw power to movement. My bike chain strained as I accelerated. The surrounding atmosphere felt refreshing as I coasted down our driveway and approached my hill.
What if acceptance wasn't an option, and stage three didn't exist, would you shut down to?
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.