Essay About Blood Clot Bacon

Sepsis is both best known yet most poorly understood medical disorders [1]. Sepsis leads to shock, multiple organ failure and death if not recognized early and treated promptly [2]. It is a serious clinical condition that represents a patient’s response to infection and has a high mortality rate [3]. Sepsis remains the dominant challenge in the care of critically ill patients [4]. Up to 19 million cases of sepsis worldwide per annum is estimated. The true incidence is higher [1]. Sepsis is associated with a mortality rate of 25 - 30% and mortality due to septic shock is 50-85% [6-8]. Patients with sepsis requiring intensive care unit (ICU) admission had high rates of ICU and overall hospital mortality, ranging from 18 to 50% [9-12]. The most common sites of infection are

irregular gasping breath and erratic heart beat in my ears. I managed to push myself up and tried to

Ms. Sunshine immediately was placed on oxygen, sitting upright, an IV infusing, had blood work sent for numerous labs, including cardiac markers, had a chest x-ray and an electrocardiogram (EKG) performed. A clinical nurse leader is able to teach patients and patients regarding health promotion, disease prevention, or disease management (American Association of Colleges of Nursing, 2011). It is important to understand the pathophysiology behind disease processes in order to help facilitate better outcomes for Ms. Sunshine.

There is a disease continuum with increasing severity if not treated or not responsive to treatment o Sepsis

Minutes have passed and to my surprise, after shocking the patient multiple times, we had return of spontaneous circulation. A sense of excitement, and relief, poured over me. From my past experiences, I assumed that there was a small probability that this man would live; however, that day I learned that every patient is different. As a Physician Assistant (PA) I want to consider the entire combination of factors that make each person unique, analyzing all aspects of their life – physically and emotionally. Ultimately, this experience motivated me to channel all of my energy towards pursuing a career as a PA.

Patient “DD” is a 56-year-old woman who was admitted to a nearby hospital for respiratory failure. With the only previous medical history being chronic bronchitis, she was diagnosed upon admission with COPD, anemia, hypoxia, moderate anxiety, and dyspnea.

On the morning of November 30, 2006 my husband came upstairs to wake me up for the day; he found me unconscious with pale blue skin, weak to no pulse and no respiration, after

She asked them to complete a really tough task, she asked them to find a way to create a new passage from the heart to the lungs which had never successfully been done before. This is called blue baby syndrome. Blue baby syndrome is something that happens to some babies when they are born which doesn’t allow enough air to get to parts of your body in which, they turn blue. So the task they were given was to create a new blood way from your heart to your lungs. Thomas worked 16 hours each day trying to find a way to create a procedure, he would take a stack of medical books home each night study. Vivien finally found a procedure, but he needed to try it on something besides a person first, so he tested it on

“The patient is Adam Rudd, a 78 y/o white male with a history of hypertension. He has been diagnosed with hypertension past 15 years and is on anti-hypertensive medications and aspirin. He is very weak and short of breath. He is accompanied with his longtime friend Jennifer, who reports that Rudd was looking very weak and was complaining of severe headache and blurred vision before coming to the hospital. He is 5’9” and weighs 270 lb. Vital signs recorded were: oral temperature 98.20 F, BP 224/120 mm Hg with a heart rate of 102 beats/minute and respiration of 24 breaths per minute. The pulse oximetry reading was 94% on room air. He is complaining of severe headache and blurred vision. Rudd said that he did not take his antihypertensive medication or aspirin since he ran out of pills. He has not been taking his medication for past 15 days. He reports no known allergies to any medications or other substances.”

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

“Hey there” John looked over his shoulder at the smiling face of his new coworker. John greeted him as hallway smiled back not wanting to talk since he had woken up at 5:00am that morning. He quickly dashed over to his office and switched on his computer. He thought about the nine years of intensive study that he had to go through. The loud ringing of his pager interrupted his thoughts. He answered a few nurses difficult questions about what medicines to prescribe what to do with a few difficult patients. He placed his phone down a little nervous wondering if he had just killed someone by prescribing the wrong medicine. He grabbed his clipboard, jacket and stethoscope and went to go meet his first patient. “Mrs. Anderson, how are

In April of last year, I experienced the worst panic attack of my life; all feeling left my body and I felt as if I was already gone. My mom rushed me to the ER, where I was told to visit a cardiologist. When I went to the cardiologist, one of the nurses performed an echocardiogram on me. She was focused on the screen, not realizing that the jelly on my chest was dry until the device no longer moved smoothly; this is how I knew something was wrong. I later found out that my blood was mixing because one of my heart vessels, which was supposed to close days after birth, was still open. The cardiologist said that I needed to have surgery, and I was

The purpose of this journal is to reflect on my experience and skills gained during my clinical placement at Ben Taub Hospital. On my first clinical day, I was excited and nervous at the same time. My first placement was in the PREOP/PACU area. I was assigned to help a patient who had been in the PACU area going on 2 days. Normally, once the patient comes from surgery they are only in the PACU area for a short period of time before they are discharged home or given a bed in another area of the hospital. This particular patient still had not received an assignment for a bed. The physicians would make their rounds to come check on him daily. The patient was a 28-year-old Hispanic male, non-English speaking, he had a hemicolectomy. He had a NG tube, urinary Foley catheter, and a wound vac. My preceptor had just clocked in and she needed to check on the patient’s vitals and notes from the previous nurse. Once she introduced me to the patient and explained while I was there, she then asked me to check his vitals. (Vital signs indicate the body’s ability to regulate body temperature, maintain blood flow, and oxygenate body tissues. Vital signs are important indicators of a client’s overall health status (Hogan, 2014). I froze for a quick second. I have practiced taking vitals numerous of times and I knew I could do it correctly. I started with the temperature first, when I was quickly corrected on a major mistake I had made by my preceptor. I HAD FORGOT TO WASH MY HANDS and PUT

Deep vein thrombosis (DVT) is a disorder that occurs when a blood clot forms in a vein that is deep inside the body. It is mainly associated with veins in the legs, usually in the lower leg and thigh, but may occur in other parts of the body. About half of the people who have DVT show no symptoms, but people who sit for long periods, are over 60 and smoke are at higher risk, and should be aware of possible signs of a problem.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.