My Life At The Medical School

I had been told by many that medicine was the hardest career pathway anyone could take and worse more, it was nearly impossible to get it into! But medicine was all I could see myself doing, I had no alternatives so I was determined to get in. Naturally, I found myself more inclined to the sciences. I read more than I was expected to, I worked harder than I was expected to and with tremendous faith, I challenged all the boundaries set around me.

After graduating high school, I was accepted to Alabama State University and decided to study Biology. I figured that this area would help me study living organisms, life processes and understanding the basic life processes that required different medical provisions. I believed that I would eventually find out if I wanted to studying medicine or counsel people. On May 7, 2011, I graduated from Alabama State University with my Bachelor’s degree in Biology. Then I volunteered at Jamaica Hospital emergency room alongside the medical providers and interact with the families of those who are medically

I was born in a farming family in a small town in southern India. My father worked in the agricultural field for thirty years.  He realized while he was working that his children should receive the best education as he had faced many problems due to his illiteracy. This motivated my father to give me the best education without which I couldn’t have come this far. When I finished  tenth grade, I had to choose either Mathematics or Biology and I opted for Biology as I had an affinity for science since my childhood. I always stood in the top ten of my class. I pursued my medical education at the distinguished institution, Guntur Medical College. I commenced medical school with the aim of becoming an internist.

Already coming from a family with a background in the health professions field, I pretty much had a view of what it would be like in the medical field. Going back to my senior year, I had alot of medical experiences that I enjoyed. I enrolled in a special medical program, Aurora LIGHTS, in my highschool in which I shadowed many physicians, physician assistants, dental assistants, midwives and so on. It was challenging and overwhelming at the same time. I got to help people everyday.

J. J. is a 12-year-old, independent, type 1 diabetic; diagnosed at 5-years-old. Her experience of being diagnosed was a difficult and almost fatal one. It all started when J. J. got a bad ear infection and had an accident, which was extremely abnormal for her. The doctor put her on amoxicillin, and a week later she came down with a rash. J. J.’s mother brought her the doctor, and he thought it was mono. They did a mono test and the results came back negative, however, the doctor was sure it was mono. He told J. J.’s mother to stop giving her the amoxicillin and that the symptoms would subside. They stopped taking the antibiotic, however, J. J. symptoms got worse. She was frequently thirsty, using the restroom often, sleeping a lot, and would complain of stomach pain. J. J.’s mother said, “my ex and I would ask if the doctors were going to test her blood. None of the doctors did” (personal communication, October 26th, 2016). J. J. went to 4 different doctors before she was in some much pain that she couldn’t move and was throwing up; later that day, she was diagnosed in the Ellensburg’s Emergency Room. J. J.’s mother stated, “the ER doctor walk into the room and immediately said she diabetes, and needs to go to children’s now. The doctor said she could smell the ketones on J. J.’s breath.” (personal communication, October 26th 2016). Ketones are substances that the body creates, when it breaks down fat, instead of carbohydrates for energy. Ketones make the blood

My moment of epiphany came when I started working for Upstate Medical University’s Student Affair Department in their Student Success Center as an Office Manager. The Student Success Center focuses on underrepresented medical students through its CSTEP Program. As an Office Manager, I have had the pleasure with working with the medical students and upper faculty members. I have developed a camaraderie with a number of medical students. Many of the medical students come to me to converse about challenges or obstacles that they have had to encounter and/or hurdles they need to overcome. I truly believe my students come to me because I have a benevolent attitude and assiduously work ethic that they have observed. Although, I am not a counselor I appreciate that they feel comfortable to confide in me and these are extra responsibilities that I have embraced has a mentor and an advisor to my students. Then, I had this” aha moment,” that I should do more investment in myself and be a role model for these students as a Higher Education Administration Admission faculty member.

My car engine running. SCREECH! My brakes went every time there was a red light. BEEP! My horn went. I was getting annoyed at all these slow drivers. As I was driving I was going through my head of what I learned in my pre-med class. Internal bleeding. Coma. Spinal Cord issues. Doesn’t that control breathing? Oh my god. Why did this happen? This is not normal. I need them. This is not happening. I thought as I was speeding to the Jefferson Hospital.

Growing up I knew that I wanted to study science and explore the human body with the goal of helping people. With exploration of career options later in middle school, I realized that medicine was the path for me. My parents did not achieve Bachelor degrees and while I knew logically that they would support me, I did not have the confidence to pursue such a big dream. In high school, I became more and more involved and worked outrageously

Growing up in a single parent household with a mother that was constantly sick and two younger siblings under my care, proved challenging for a premedical student. All my life, it has been my dream to become a physician and to be of service to people in need. I have done nothing else but devote all my time and effort in pursuit of this goal of becoming a physician.

Patient G.M. is a four-year-old female from a middle class family living in San Diego. She originally presented with her mother and father to her general practitioner with lethargy and several vomiting episodes in the past few days. Her father stated concern after realizing her frequent urination in the past week. Her vital signs upon initial assessment were HR 140 RR 22 Temperature 102.7 degrees Fahrenheit, BP 70/62, O2 saturation 97%, 32 pounds, and 40 inches tall. Her General practitioner was concerned about type I diabetes and performed a blood sugar check. Upon assessment the monitor read HI, indicating that the level was above 500 and too high for the monitor to read. The doctor informed them she needed immediate treated in the closest pediatric ER due to the potential for diabetic ketoacidosis.

I began my first day of medical school on crutches. During a long bike ride the previous day, the skies opened and it began to rain, as it so often happens in New Orleans. Nearly home while taking a corner, I slipped off my bike and split my knee open. As a result, I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon in the emergency department getting twenty sutures and was diagnosed with a torn patellar tendon. The following day at the White Coat Ceremony, I clumsily crutched across the stage to begin my medical school career.

This paper will explore the history and hospital course of Mr. Z., a 23 year old Caucasian male who was admitted on October 11, 2016 to Massachusetts General Hospital for treatment of diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA) and new onset type 1 diabetes mellitus. DKA is an emergency situation that results in 100,000 hospitalizations in the US yearly, a 9% mortality rate, and treatments of reportedly 1 billion dollars per year (Katsilambros, Kanaka-Gantenbein, Liatis, Makrilakis, & Tentolouris, 2011). Presenting to the emergency room with DKA is the first manifestation of type 1 diabetes in 30% of cases (Katsilambros et al., 2011). This paper will examine Mr. Z.’s case presentation, pertinent medical history, diagnosis formulation, hospital management, intensive review of his medications, and discussion.

Before I entered college, there was only one career path that was carved out for me by my parents and consequently for myself. Being a medical students in a chosen field was my parents dream. When I came to college and started taking

I want to save people's lives and find cures for diseases. There is no better feeling on earth than going out to the victims' family and telling them that they'll be alright. The realities of this world also come into play when a person's life is in your hands. Not everything is always merry and cheerful. Becoming a doctor is great for me because I love to be respected and want to be known for having a good reputation. When someone asks me what my name is and I say "Dr. Aldeek," they automatically acknowledge me with respect. Every time I'm feeling lazy or I don't want to work I always think of how my dad wakes up at 5 in the morning and is on his feet all day at the auction to buy and sell cars. There is no off day for him because money is always needed. My mom is always working around the house and is always taking care of my younger siblings' needs. She always tells me that when I grow up the first thing I have to get her is a maid. I appreciate all the hard work that my family has done for me. Sure being a doctor also makes a lot of money, but I don't plan on working my entire career for money. I once went to a clinic in Chicago where the doctor was around 70 years

Throughout my life, I have worked towards one goal which is to become a doctor. Medicine offers the opportunity for me to integrate different scopes of science while trying to improve human life. Medicine has intrigued me throughout all my life because it??s a never ending