I did not plan to be an internist- I did not actively search for this speciality. It was less of a moment and more of a natural curiosity that drove me to my fascination of Internal Medicine. The more deeply entrenched I became within my medical studies, the more clearly I saw myself as a practicing internist. However, I do remember the very moment I realized this speciality was my calling. It was the day I witnessed my clinical tutor carry out a full clinical history and examination. I realised taking history was not simply an exchange of questions and answers. It was more than just a dialogue between two people. It was an art. It entailed empathy, understanding and patience. I was witnessing a painting in the making where reaching the final diagnosis wasn't the masterpiece, but part of the process to produce one. …show more content…
The ward was filled to the brim, not a single bed was empty. The noise of pain exuded through the walls, the piercing screams of accident victims dominated the room as medical personnel scampered across the ward as they tried to tend to them. I stood in the midst of it all, dazed but electrified. A man lay on a stretcher, a few feet away from me, twisting in agony. I later understood that he was a stroke patient diagnosed with acute ischemic thalamic syndrome. A small hand gripped mine. As I looked down, big brown eyes met mine, staring up at me with fear. “Is my dad dying?”, she uttered, her voice cracking with emotion. I did not know what to say. With our hands clenched together, we stood in silence, gazing at the doctors trying to save his life. I did not know enough then to help the other doctors but I knew enough to stand by her side. That night, I was overcome by eagerness to not only expand my knowledge but also to deepen it. That night, i knew how my knowledge could serve humanity as well as alleviate
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Habersham County, Tom was feeling slightly nervous as he exited the staff lounge and entered the hustle and bustle of County Hospital’s ER to begin his first shift as an RN. The first few hours of his shift passed slowly as Tom mostly checked vital signs and listened to patients complain about various aches, pains, coughs, and sniffles. He realized that the attending physician, Dr. Greene, who was rather “old school” in general about how he interacted with nursing staff, wanted to start him out slowly. Tom knew, though, that the paramedics could bring in a trauma patient at any time.
In this case, this patient has seen many providers which are: An Internist or Internal medical physician, a Radiologist, a general surgeon and a plastic surgeon, an Oncologist The patient sees her internal medicine physician or internist for annual care. Internal medicine physicians are primary care specialists who apply scientific knowledge and clinical expertise to the diagnosis, treatment, and compassionate care of adults across the spectrum from health to complex illness. Internist analyze records, reports, test results, or examination information to diagnose medical condition of patient , they analyze test data or images to inform diagnosis or treatment.
An evening of pride and felicity from my primary school days still lingers in my memory when I was chosen as the best student of my class and was awarded a toy box with virtual stethoscope, syringe, band aid and thermometer in it. It was so gratifying to carry it along through the evening acting like a doctor with my parents and grandparents proudly enduring to be my patients. Memory of those moments lasted long and I believe it had a lot to do with the profession I chose for myself later in life. During my years in Medical school it was fascinating to observe the dedication and concern shown by seniors for the wellbeing of patients. I discovered in myself the same kind of passion and desire to alleviate their suffering.
An internist is a doctor of internal medicine with the ability to treat people who experience health issues pertaining to their internal organs or systems. Internists can specialize in extensive scopes of medicine such as cardiology, gastroenterology, and oncology. They can also provide a variety of treatments depending on the specific body system they specialize in. Because of this, I want to become an internist so I can impact the internal health and well being of others.
Becoming an internist has long been my goal. When I was young, I looked at my mother helping suffering people as a primary care physician and saw patients becoming better with her care. As I grew up and began studying medicine myself, I understood how internal medicine helped her in making correct clinical decisions and becoming a successful anesthetist as well. When I started clinical rotations in the medical school, my decision to become an internist was solidified. Medical rotations were enjoyable and untiring periods of my student life.
My passion for becoming an Internist began while working as a behavior analyst for the May Institute. Serving adults and children with a broad variety of developmental disorders provided my initial impetus and foundation. Working closely with individuals and groups as a case manager, created the desire to treat these individuals and further improve their lives. This experience motivated me to become a medical assistant, further exposing me to complex cases and clarifying my decision. I completed medical school to become an part of a multidisciplinary team to enhance the lives of people and their families stricken with intricate cases, as this tended to push the boundaries of who I am and what I am capable of more so than any other specialty.
My first encounter with a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthesia (CRNA) was during my undergraduate nursing OB/GYN rotation. I was impressed with the CRNA when she placed the epidural to the patient in labor. I remembered patient had difficulty staying still due to the contraction, but the CRNA took her time to explain the procedure while comforting the distressed patient. Once the epidural was in placed and the medication started working, I could tell the relief the patient experienced. I realized then that a CRNA goes beyond the delivery of anesthesia, pain management and monitoring of patients. Thus, obtaining this degree will prepare me to ease the patient’s mind through education, pain management, monitoring, experience and compassion.
I am a medical graduate from Viet Nam. I came to the United States with the goal to becoming one of the best internists. I have improved my medical knowledge through my studies at Kaplan Medical Center. After that, I obtained experiences in different healthcare settings such as The University of Florida, Health Shands hospital and Emergency and Trauma Center at Hackensack University Medical Center. At this time, I am working as an extern at a clinic in New Jesery and attending some conversational English courses at Seton Hall University. I appreciate the patient-physician relationship and team-approach which are central practice in healthcare of the US. I am conscientious, focused and persevering in what I am doing. I am helpful and respectful
The chaos of a crowded room swirls before my eyes, as bodies blur and congeal with activity, while a new race against the clock is set into motion. The steady thumping of drums can be heard resonating in my ears as my heart beat tries to drown out the physician’s idiomatic recanting of the patient’s primary injury survey. The anxiety of the moment swells as I begin to lose focus and my thoughts start to wander, and I begin thinking about the patient’s wife, children, parents, and friends. At the edges of my concussions the physician asks for the patient to be intubated due to an airway compromise, and my wondering gaze snaps back into focus as my heart beat begins to slows. A forty-year-old male with a gunshot wound to the chest is fighting
A cacophony of screams, wails and the stomach churning rumblings of uncontrolled bodily functions filled St. Andrew's ER. A small child’s incessant crying sounded from the curtained cubicle to Booker’s right, the piercing shrieks jangling his nerves. Paroxysmal coughing assaulted him from the left, and he instinctively placed a shaky hand over his nose and mouth, shielding himself from the exposed germs floating unseen through the contaminated air. Rancid odors hung heavily in the air; the foul smells mingling with the faint scent of disinfectant, and he longed to make his escape. He hated being in proximity to the sick and dying, not just because hospitals were a breeding ground for all manner of diseases, but because they reminded him of his mortality and the
My supervisor, one of the head nurses, hurriedly pulled me to the corner of the bleach white hospital room and directed me to put on gloves, an eye mask, and a face mask. I felt as if I was preparing for war as I put on all of the required gear. The sound of expensive shoes click-clacked down the hallway indicating the arrival of two doctors who rushed into the room and shouted out orders to the staff while pulling the doors to the room shut along with the curtains. Two doctors, eight nurses, an intern, and a dying patient squeezed into the already claustrophobic ten by fifteen-foot room. The machine monitoring the patient’s vital signs continued to beep incessantly as my heart rate accelerated. Throughout my internship, I had never seen a patient in critical condition until that moment. I remembered my teacher’s advice if we were ever in a situation such as this: take a few deep breaths and sit down if you feel like you’re going to pass out. In that
Unlike other medical students, I never had one particular defining moment that changed my life but from a very young age I had set myself to becoming a doctor, but not just any doctor, a surgeon. Therefore, instead of just one determining event, many events helped propel my dream, with medical school being the beginning of much more I hope to achieve.
It was the end of my first year of medical school, as I sat beside my grandmother I realized a lot had changed from my last visit. My grandmother, the woman who came to Canada to help raise me, who was once strong and full of energy, was now frail, with blisters all over her skin and unable to sit upright without help. Reading about Diabetes is one aspect of learning, but actually seeing its effects gave me a whole new perspective about what it means to be a doctor.
warfare. Since then, all public sectors including the Department of Education were looted and demolished. The country fell into two decades of no functioning government. The public Schools were either left unfunded, or turned into a private schools/Colleges where individuals from the community stood to fill the educational vacuum that was created by the civil. This was a positive step taken towards rebuilding the education sector. However, it wasn’t easy for everyone like my mother to raise and educate me, since my father was killed in the war. The high school tuition was skyrocketed, but my mother worked hard and determination, and my passion towards education paid off.
As a student of nursing program I am doing 220 clinical placements at True Davidson long term care. On the first day of my clinical, I was so excited and quite nervous too. On that day, I picked one patient and it was my first experience to handle the client individually. I am going to write about that I eventually learn something from my first clinical experience. My buddy nurse told me to go to client’s room and ready her for breakfast. Then, I went her room and said her to be ready for breakfast. She looks at me and seems angry. At that time my mind was wandering that what I did mistake to her. It was the fifth week of my 220 placement, however, that event has left a permanent effect on my mind and it comes to my mind on every