My Diabetic Patient: A Case Study

patients were grateful for our care, my discouragement stemmed from a personal goal: to influence medical management. My goal was to

For as long as I could remember, I have seen my father rushing to the hospital in a white coat, answering pagers in the middle of important family conversations and attending night calls even in the most terrible weather. I had always wondered; what could be so important that it belittles every other responsibility in his life. It was only after many years of anguish and protests that it finally made sense to me. This defining moment of realization occurred when I first met a patient in his office. I saw how the gratitude in the patient’s eyes can provide a sense of fulfillment that triumphs all other feelings in the universe. It was human life that was most important. Being a doctor does not make you a mere healer but also gives you the responsibility of a caregiver. I had never felt more proud of my father and that was the day I felt the urge to relive this feeling many times over. It was there in that moment that I decided to pursue a career in medicine.

Breaking an ankle in high school can be devastating. For Stacey Wood, it lead to her calling in life. “I had to see the athletic trainer and that sparked my interest into the field with sports medicine,” said Wood.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

some machinery and he ended up being in the ICU for two weeks. The doctor had ordered for

On a side note, I realized his nonverbal communication such as being attentive and compassionate when handing her a tissue when she began to cry. He remains positive and clear about the meaning when communicating her results the emphasis is placed mainly on the treatment, and conveys this is treatable as well as curable. In remaining positive it helped her feel less like a vulnerable

Life support for 21 of those days with no physical movement. After I arrived to The Shepherd Center I

I embrace the search for the effective, mutual beneficial relationships within medicine that aims to improve the lives of patients and fellow physicians to uncover the body’s complexities that are not always apparent through pure medical intervention. It’s not an endeavor that can be done with haste. Only with deliberate focus and care can I learn how to hone a person’s tale to their own telling and maintain their wellbeing. I look forward to the

Two years ago I was at the peak of my soccer career and fractured my tibia while in a game. Fracturing my leg meant that I would be out of all physical activity for the next 12 weeks. I was stuck in a wheelchair with nothing to do but think of how all of my friends and teammates were running around having a good time while I was unable to do anything at all.

I was laying on the field for minutes after the play was over, threw off my helmet so I could breathe, and held my leg in agony moving from side to side trying to control the unbearable pain I was feeling. After getting helped off the field from the trainers they examine and tested my leg not knowing what was wrong, I didn’t know what was wrong with my leg until the weekend passed and it became Monday when the doctor told me my MCL and PCL are completely torn. I wouldn’t be able to do any sports for seven months and for the first three and half months I wouldn’t be able to walk and would have to sit in a wheel chair with my leg in a full cast. During this time in high school, I was going through different attachment styles, I was insecure with how I looked in a wheelchair

Overall I feel my patient was satisfied with the quality of care that she was receiving. I

As a long term goal, I aim to continue pursuing my passion for a career in medicine. Seeing my parents who have arthritis, and combining it with my experiences working with the elderly and my interest in the sciences, I made my goal of becoming a rheumatologist. However, I aim to also stay open to the endless opportunities in life, because we never know where we may be needed to make a positive change in the

“No, these are my favorite socks!” Next thing I know, I see my favorite black Nike Dri-fit socks are being cut off my foot. I was implanted on a stretcher and into the ambulance. Today started off as a routine filled ordinary day when I rolled out of my purple bed spread and went to school but, who could predict that i'd fall asleep in the cold bare emergency room that night? Since each volleyball player graciously leaps into the air around 300 times I guess I won't be jumping for a couple matches with a broken ankle. FInally, when I was healed, I always made sure to really emphasize my footwork when getting to a

definite fractures. MRI was recommended. The patient felt that he did not want to wait in the hospital

Obese male, 259 pounds. For his height, he is a minimum of 60 pounds overweight. Blood pressure 129/75, pulse 70, respirations 18. Hemoglobin A1c this quarter was 6.3%. I think that is up just 0.2 from what it was last quarter. Also, has a history of hepatitis C. I did a new FIB-4 score on him and it has not changed it is still 1.5. To the nodules that he has appears to be a small ganglion cyst. They appear to be in the tendon region of the extensor of the second digit and the same with the bottom of the foot, at this time very small, does not seem to be all that tender with palpation.