Medics Narrative

After three days someone finally came to pick me up. They put me in their pickup truck and dropped me off at a reife station. There I was examined by many Army doctors. Discussing whether or not my leg needed to be amputated or not. Since no one could agree they move me to another facility. That Doctor said “no surgical procedure needed to happen”, but before they moved me to another facility the Doctor took my temperature and decided to keep me.

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

How did I get here?why do I hear bombs? and why do I see guns scattered? I think I am on a battlefield. It is a big war. It is US fighting German . And I'm in the middle I need to get out of herek before I get shot. There are pools of water all over it slows me down. So I run as fast as I can then I take cover behind a boulder the size of a house. So then I pick up a rifle and start shooting. Than I make a run for it so I follow the footsteps. Then I realise that it was world war1. He figured it out when he saw hitler. Lane smell of stone he hates. The icy drafts of air smelled like gunpowder. There were dark lizards eating the dead bodys. It took a long time to get to the lines of us.they shot at me but i told them I was

The first section of the following essay will explain the communication skills such as having a great attitude, being able to understand the patient and physician; and also how to relate what the doctor has diagnose to the patient will help me become a great medical assistant. The next section will explain why conflict resolution is important in my career field. The last section will describe a conflict and how I resolved it; and also how I would change the way I handled it.

“Breaking news-,” the telecaster’s voice echoed throughout my Upper East Side bungalow, “-mental hospital reports a missing person's alert. The individual is a patient at Curtley Sanitarium in Winchester Bay, Oregon and has been labeled as extremely aggressive and dangerous. The patient is male with brown hair and hazel eyes and is about 6’2”, 190 lbs. He was last seen on October 24 and wearing light green hospital gown. If you see an individual matching this description, we urge you to contact (541) 853-5829 and to avoid contact with him at all costs.” I stopped folding my laundry and padded across my floor into the kitchen to take a look at the missing person, however there was no photo shown on the screen. I was eerily intrigued about the

The Path of Paramedics Caring for patients in the EMS environment is like riding a motorcycle: The moment you get comfortable and think you’ve seen everything, you become dangerous(David Persse)! Just one day in the life of a paramedic and you will second think anything you thought you knew. They must be prepared or any and everything that could possibly happen. They can hold your life in their hands and they have to have the skills to sustain in until the hospital is reached. Becoming a paramedic is the right choice because, everyday seems like an adventure, the schedule is as set as stone, and you have the chance to save lives without eight years or more in medical school(Devantier, Alecia T., and Carol A. Turkington).

Roy and Joanne began to notice some changes as the next few days went by, causing both of them to become more excited and optimistic. For some reason, even though neither talked too much about what they discussed about before, Johnny seemed to trust Roy and Joanne. He seemed to trust Roy more than Jo, but considering how close the two had been before, it wasn’t too surprising. It also gave Jo the chance to spend more time with Chris and Jenny. John also finally started to be awake more than he was asleep, although he took frequent naps throughout the day and could fall asleep without warning. One thing that didn’t surprise anyone was how fast Johnny’s appetite came back. It seemed after his first meal, despite being unable to eat much at once,

Hell, If I could, I would have turned right around. But I couldn’t. There was still something blocking my free will. It wanted me to go inside one of the buildings. Seconds later I feel the same force dragging me towards the A lettered building. 4 windows covered with dust shadow the view from the inside. I can barely make out the structures inside. Obviously everything was abandoned, so the sound of nothingness, not even the wind, was very eery. I arrived to the front entrance. You could clearly see how old everything was. The brick and concrete were beginning to crumble, chunks of rock falling from the building's sides. A large rusty chain was keeping the twin metal doors locked with a simple padlock on them. The rust seemed as though it was severe. A simple pull and the whole thing came apart with the lock on the ground. “How long has this been here?”, i question. Rust shouldn’t have weakened the metal that much. My legs alert me once more and I continue forward march. Through the twin doors, I was in what looked like an old, burned office. There was a receptionists desk in front of me charred black, filing cabinets all around were also charred. Everything in there was burnt to a crisp. There was no smell in there, so this was not recent. I continued up to some metal stairs which made some uneasy noises. Once up there was only one place to go, a conference room of sorts. Charred tables and chairs, but my legs keep me moving. They take me

I stood up and gazed at my gloomy, gray surroundings. I seemed to be in a cavern with a massive roof. Wobbling slightly, I started to assess my surroundings. I couldn’t find my knife, or anything else for that matter. My clothes were ripped and torn, and my arms and face were scratched from the fall. I had no idea where I was,

Paramedics are the unsung heroes of the medical world. Often they are the bridge between life and death that many people use to cross to safety. When an emergency calls the first responders are the paramedics. They come with a sense of duty, devotion and compassion that is unequaled in a time of need.

As dawn began to break across the beautiful sky, I heard the powerful iron doors of the main building being closed and locked. Dawn to me is the most beautiful part of the day. Colors streaming across the sky make me forget about the horrors of the world. Under me I heard some sort of loud bombs or grenades being thrown into the lowest hall and exploding there; they seemed to make only smoke, but they may have been incendiaries. Later, the ground floor began to burn a scorching heat. Perhaps benzene or petrol had been poured around. Sadly I was still lying among the bodies of others. The bodies smelled awfully and were terribly wounded. Since they were wounded I got streaks of blood on my face and body.

As my friend Harry looked through his backpack for his orange bottle of pills I thought about the past two months. I was working at Sonic late one night when we had to close early due to the heavy snow which happened alot since we lived in Colorado. I started driving home and texting my friend Harry that I wasn’t gonna be able to come over, when all of the sudden I looked up and saw a person standing in front of me I slammed on the brakes, but my car slid on the thin sheet of ice and the next thing I knew I was going over the edge of the bridge. I guess someone behind me saw the accident because the paramedics started arriving quickly and pulling me out of the lake that was starting to freeze. When they finally got me out I couldn’t even ask

As I’m just feet away from the exit, an unbearable pain blossoms in my left bicep. Looking down, I see a river of blood coming out of a large gash. On the bright side, at least it’s not my shooting arm. I break out of HQ, holding my wound in agony and risking my life as I quickly advance towards the forest of dark evergreen trees and bushes for cover.

In comparison to the general population, paramedics have a higher incidence of chronic conditions such as obesity, dyslipidaemia, hypertension and digestive disorders (Anstey, Tweedie, & Lord, 2016). One of the many contributing factors to theses undesirable illnesses is diet. The unique working environment poses challenges to the essential task of food consumption for paramedics. Influential aspects include physiological, psychosocial, the physical environment and the organisational environment (Anstey et al., 2016). By investigating these factors, promotion of healthy eating can be established amongst the workforce. The expectation to perform optimally cannot be achieved if the paramedic is being sustained by a poor or inadequate diet.

After the pastor apologized and hung up the call. Then my parents came in and got on to me, and the finished off saying do o ever pull a stunt like that again. The when they finished the pastor also instructed me on my actions. All of them told me on the only reasons to call the police. Some that he said where If someone is robbing or if someone is badly injured.