My chest hurts. I can barely walk as I stumble my way down to the nurse’s clinic. I realize I shouldn’t have left class alone. But it is only the first day of a new semester, so I barely know my teacher or classmates. I feel like I have been walking for hours. I finally reach my school’s office. I attempt to make my way through the main office to the clinic. But as I open to door to the main office the secretary looks at me. She is in the middle of a phone call. But suddenly the phone drops out of her hand, falling to the ground. She jumps to her feet, as her normally cheery and warm face, turns pale and terrified. I begin to wonder; do I really look that bad? Before I can even say anything I find myself whooshed away to the clinic. Only its not just the nurse and I in the clinic. But rather the clinic is filled with people. I see the head principal, all four assistant principals, two secretaries, my school counselor, and my school’s police officer. The room seems in complete chaos. The principal barks out orders to the assistant principals. The first runs off to call 911 and see what they should do as we wait for the ambulance. Then another assistant principals runs out to wait at the curb for the ambulance, as another begins trying to get all the people peering in the office windows and doorways, both students and staff, to leave. I still have no idea where the last assistant principal went, but the principal yelled at her to do something, perhaps she tried to call my
She’s bleeding. Help! Someone call 911!” She yelled. Everyone rushed out of the school with fear. A big crowd headed toward the door. Alex and I were squished up in the middle. No one will ever notice it is me. Before we can all get out the teachers already blocked us off. Oh no! I thought. I just wanted to get out of here. Short enough, the cops and ambulance were pulling up. The screaming sirens and flashing lights filled the parking lot. The teachers guided us all into the gym so the paramedics could easily get her body. Everyone was filled with confusion and fear. Everything just happened so quickly. Mrs. Crawsond made her way onto stage and approached the
I sincerely believe that I accomplished my goals this week. I realized that I served 14 patients by combining the ability of knowledge, my attitude for excellence that I have consistently defeat the odds to become the very best Nurse practitioner; I can become. This clinical experience brings forth many opportunities and achievements. The most important experience this week; I had the ability to identify as primary healthcare provider a high risk need for the patient to be transferred to the Hospital for further evaluation without delay; due to complaints of “leg cold from the knee down to the feet”, which my evaluation was based on evidence practice knowledge of compassion and skill with the autonomy to practice, diagnose, and treat patients
For my Clinical experience, I was referred to one of community clinics run by nurse practitioners - yes, NPs- in Suffolk County in Long Island by my coworker. It is called “Nightingale Preventative Care.” I am working in the ER and at first, I thought this clinic would be a type of urgent care office which is a similar setting to the ER. I was totally wrong. For the past two weeks, this place has surprised me many ways and I learned about what the community clinic is alike to its neighbors. Patients can be seen by NPs by the appointment. However, it is located inside of K-mart and has many walk-in patients as well. Many patients who come to visit for their check-up have no medical insurance. Every Wednesday, a representative from Fidelis Care insurance company comes and provides information about Medicaid and Medicare service the company has. I really like to sit down with patients and assess about their medical histories and family histories which I cannot do often in the ER. I had a patient who was Hepatitis A Ab, Total positive Abnormal first day I work at the clinic. He didn’t understand what the test result meant and neither did I. I printed out an article from National Library of Medicine and went over with him. Patient’s education in the ER rarely happens from nurses. I felt great to listen what patients tried to lose their weight or quit smoking. I like to continue on developing skills on patient’s education and preventative care measure for patients.
There are many things throughout life we all look back on and really can not understand how we made it through that time in our life. My hardest time would have been the period when I was in nursing school for me. So let us start from the beginning so you may have the view that I had, not so many years ago.
Today I shadowed a registered nurse. I saw a variety of appointments. The first pt was in for a well child check up. The nurse recorded her vital signs and asked several safety concern questions about her lifestyle and home life. The pt also received a portion of the HPV vaccine. The HPV vaccine can cause fainting spells or an allergic reaction, so the pt had to wait 15 minutes after receiving the vaccine for observance purposes(S). Between each pt, the rooms were cleaned and a new sheet of paper was stretched out over the bed(IC). The next pt was a 6-week-old baby who had been hospitalized for respiratory syncytial virus (RSV). RSV(D) is a common and very contagious virus that affects the respiratory tract. RSV in babies can lead to serious problems like breathing rapidly and cause the lips and fingernails to become cyanotic(MT1). The last pt has a history of repeated ear infections. The doctor suggested a
Life of a Registered Nurse How do Registered Nurses qualify for their jobs? Registered Nurses have a lot of tasks they do to help people each day. They have management duties, education certifications, and professional skills to be able to help people. The life of a Registered Nurse could be worth the training and the job could be enjoyable. When deciding on a career a Registered Nurse would be something to look into, because Registered Nurses have plenty of duties and amazing job opportunities.
The brown brick building in the back of the school, next to the Orbach Science library, is at first shockingly small in size, the UCR School of Medicine. The golden lettering is easily read from a far distance. The surrounding area is very peaceful and calming where I am able to hear the birds chirp as I walk along the shady pathway. There was not a student in sight. As I entered the brown brick building, it smelled delightfully clean and sanitized. All I could hear was beeping from a machine that I could not identify. As I continued walking, a cool breeze was felt as I passed a classroom that was in session. The interior of the classroom seemed very spacious. The more I continued to explore the building, I discovered the dean’s office, and
I was in absolute terror at this point, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t feel anything other than dread and pain. When she finished the call she handed my phone back to me, and I just stood there in front of the girl’s bathroom in complete shock. This is happening. An ambulance is coming to our school. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE? I fell to my knees and broke down, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? Why is this happening? Thoughts were piercing my head as I sat in shock, feeling everything in slow motion as it flashed before my eyes. My friend saw my horrified expressions and carried me to the classroom farthest away from the scene, which was were the rest of the cast was to stay out of the way of the police and doctors. This was probably an odd sight so see due to my long and large stature compared to my somewhat smaller friend who was carrying me, but it was an act of kindness nevertheless, and I still appreciated their generosity. Upon entering the classroom, a complete riot commenced. No one knew how to react. Some were crying, others were calming them down, and some were silently staring into oblivion. I dried my tears and cleared my throat as I stood at the front of the
I went to the appointment on that Monday, and being a bigger hospital, I was even more terrified. We checked in, and luckily found a spot to sit in one of the waiting room. The room wasn’t filled with sadness or negativity, it was somehow filled with laughter. There were many children, therefore some of the parents had brought coloring book for them. I just wanted to know what these children were at the hospital for. They seemed to be the most charming children ever, and I just couldn’t understand why whatever they're going through was happening to them. My parents had left to buy coffee,
It was very challenging to do much of anything because my body was so weak from the hit and from being on medication. I was not put on a catheter, so anytime I needed to use the restroom I had to wait for a nurse to come to my room and put a bedpan under me. It was a very uncomfortable situation because I don’t even change or use the restroom in front of my dog and now these people, who are complete strangers, are watching me while I use the restroom. My last day at the hospital was very hard. I had to go to physical therapy, where I had to hop up several steps only using my left leg and railing to help me. It may not seem like it was hard but when your body is so weak it is. When the nurses brought in the crutches for me to use I was so weak
I grew up in a small town on the Thai-Myanmar border when Myanmar was still a war ravished country. During my years in Thailand I met many incredible nurses and doctors that showed me what true compassion, love, and patient-centered care looked like. Unlike many of my peers in my cohort I didn’t always want to be a nurse, I wanted to be an archaeologist and travel the world making incredible discoveries about ancient civilizations. However, an encounter with true need changed my life. During my senior year of high school I went on a trip with two nurses that worked for the same mission agency that my parents did. These nurses set up shop in a small building with a large, tin covered porch, and making the best of their limited resources went
This week I collaborated with my patient, colleagues, the nurses, and my clinical instructor. Collaboration with my client consisted of helping him with his ADLs and while performing his physical examination. Most of the day consisted of collaborating with one of my colleagues, Emily. This week we were both team leaders, so we had to communicate with the nurses at three different stations along with collaborating with the rest of our colleagues. We collaborated by asking the nurses, what patients needed their blood sugars taken. Once we received the list of room numbers, Emily and I collaborated and assigned other students to take blood sugars. When they were done collecting the blood sugars they reported the values to us, then we reported
Nursing students face many challenges due to their narrow scope of practice, and lack of experience and knowledge. This changes with the development and learning of values and beliefs, which shape the decision making in the nursing process. During my clinical nursing practice experience as a new nursing student, I have had amazing learning opportunities as well as situations that made me feel uncomfortable, powerless, and dependent on the assigned nurse. In this paper I will talk about one of my clinical experiences where I felt powerless, analyze it, and show how the sociopolitical inquiry and power dynamics come into play in my story.
Today, the nursing workforce worldwide is made up of multiple generations of nurses (Lavoie-Tremblay et al., 2010). In the workforce, the interactions of nurses form a series of social processes. Social process can indicate any expression of interaction such as communicating, trusting, supporting and caring (Patterson & Morin, 2012) and these processes can be observed by the daily interactions nurses have with people. Each form of social processes differs from intrapersonal to interpersonal to group (Bardis, 1979). These processes of interactions between nurses reflect the understanding of self; the generation they are born into, how they interact with others and the way things are perceived can affect the culture of an organisation. Hence,
When it comes to Elizabeth Gaskell and her stories, the story titled, “The Old Nurse 's Story”, serves as the perfect example of the Gothic elements that were very popular in many authors stories and poems during this period of time. During this time of British literature, Romanticism and Gothic elements were the two main strategic ways of writing and how the audience read and perceived the stories being told. The Gothic element of writing consisted of dark, gloomy and ghostly literature that brought a haunted feel to the each story. Some Gothic stories could consist of ghostly figures haunting the characters in the story or the stories told could be about someone suffering a gruesome death that brought a darkness theme to it. That Gothic feel was very evident in the story by Gaskell because of the supernatural figures that were present as she describes the setting, the description of the characters and the issue that was taking place. Some of those Gothic elements that you see throughout the story is the house that seems to be isolated, the mysterious sounds that they continue to hear and the storms outside. These supernatural details give the story the dark and gloomy theme that makes it part of the Gothic period.