My Life Changing Experience At The Doctor's Office

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

My memories play back like a record player that just keeps winding and repeating. I remember it as if it happened yesterday, the nurses in their Winnie the Pooh scrubs, the IV lodged in my arm that would cause pain with the slightest movement. For an entire seven months that was my reality. The reality, that was filled with endless doctor's appointments, emergency room visits, and being surrounded by doctors and

To say that this incident was the defining moment as to why I chose medicine would be an exaggeration, but it had undoubtedly been an affirmation of my decision. To embark on a career in Medicine was not an easy decision, and it was certainly not something that I had aspired to be from a young age. In fact, it took nearly half a decade of careful consideration and exploration before I reached this conclusion. My motivation to become a doctor stems not only from my love for science, but also from the special connection that is established between a patient and a doctor during diagnosis and consultation. The opportunity for devoting a lifetime to alleviating illnesses stands as my inspiration. I believe that there is no other profession that can be compared to one which utilizes one’s acquired abilities to bring about a more immediate impact on someone’s life, just as this experience had

As I took those few daunting steps from the elevator doors to through the white frosted doors of the Ear, Throat, Nose Surgical Ward, I thought to myself It’s time to grow up Emma! I remember stepping into a room about the size of a small classroom and going straight into a gross brownish-puke lumpy chair and sitting down on my everso shaking hands to conceal from both my mom and dad who stood up at the big front desk talking to middle age woman sitting behind it. I was only able to see the top half of her face, which reminded me of Wilson from Home Improvement. When they were done my parents came to sit down with me. My mom on my right and my dad next to her. After what felt like hours of waiting...and waiting...and waiting, a middle aged

Terrified was an understatement. “Surgery….surgery…surgery…” was the only word that I heard echoed through the room , and suddenly images of knifes and flesh being cut invaded my ten years old mind. Peritonitis, was what I had, “unfortunately” I thought then, yet “fortunately” I know now. My calling in life was then discovered and for that I will be forever grateful. Petrified and alone, I was yearning for someone to understand my fear and explain what is about to happen to me; to clarify what the doctors said. That 's when a Physician Assistant walked in and changed my life forever. I will always remember Julie 's smile and reassuring voice which filled me with a sense of calm and genuine comfort. She was carrying a doll and highlighted what my surgery was all about. As I lay in bed recovering after surgery, I decided that one day I will be like Julie and I will help people feel secure and safe in the healthcare setting.

That day, I walked out of the hospital feeling as if a layer of knowledge and awareness was added to my

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,

Prior to arriving, I couldn’t keep my heart from racing. We pulled up to the office, but I wasn’t ready to go in yet. I kept thinking about those terrifying injections. My mom took me by the hand and brought me inside. I was nervous beyond belief sitting in the lobby. Eventually, the nurse called me back. I slowly proceeded to follow her into the back.

A scream resonated down the hallway. My 6 year old mind was overwhelmed- a man wanted to put some instrument in my throat and ears, a woman wanted to give me shots, my mother looked worried behind that stern loving face and I’m supposed to be a brave girl?! I could not even fake a stomach upset for these well-child hospital visits!

The stitches were over. It was soon time to go home. I stumbled out of the cubicle, making my way to the front of the room. As my mom signed some paperwork at the front desk, the doctor turned to me.

On my drive from Columbia to Bamberg at 6 a.m. on Friday, I never fought that I would be embarking on an experience that would be the most meaningful to me. I arrived at Dr. McAlhaney's Family Practice and right away was ushered to her back office full of two nurses and office assistants answering to her demands. She told me to quickly grab a cusp and meter for a patient. This was the first time during shadowing a physician that I was expected to be on my feet and ready for anything. During this experience, I saw patients who were my family, friends, and neighbors. I saw people from my church and school, and even the person who fixes my sandwiches down at a local restaurant. This time was different for me because I felt that all these people

Rushing to the hospital on a Friday night, I saw a blurred vision, felt dizziness as I saw a shot of IV in my forearm. I saw my mother tears rolling down her cheeks but I told her I will be okay. I was in the emergency room and the doctor asked me various of questions about my health, “Do you smoke? Do drugs? Any sexual activity?” I answered, “No.” The doctors informed to see my family physician for further test. I was not ready for the tests because they could read my future health and change my life.

She walked over to my to my left side and searched my fore arm for a good vein to start the IV. Since she could not find a very good one on my left arm, she moved to my right side. She found one right away. Then she cut off the blood flow by putting a rubber band tightly around my upper arm. As she was getting my arm sterile, she looked at me and asked if I was nervous. 'Yes, very much. How'd you know?,' I asked. She giggled as she said, "Because your heart rate has gone up quite a bit." I tried to calm myself down at that point. I had forgotten I was hooked up to numerous machines and they could monitor my every move. As I began to look away, not wanted to watch the needle go into the surface of my hand, I heard my mom say, "Would you like me to hold you hand?" 'NO, I'll be fine." I responded. Only then did I realize how much she knew the extent of my fear. "Okay this will only hurt a little bit, then you may feel the coldness of the fluids go up through your arm." The nurse informed me. I looked away, looking at anything but my hand. Before I knew it, it was over. At first I did not feel the fluid go up my arm, but about 10 minutes after the nurse left, I did. My mom just all of a sudden felt cold, and it felt so odd because it was inside my arm, in my vein. Once my IV was in and the fluid bag was hung by my bedside, my mom and I were once again alone. Somewhere in our conversation about what would happen post surgery I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I then realized I probably should have went before they put the IV in. Pushing the button they had given me if i needed anything, I could hear my mom trying not to laugh. About four nurses came rushing in. I suddenly felt bad. They all rushed over to me asking what I needed, if I was okay. When i told them I only needed to use the restroom, then began to unhook me from everything. One nurse carried the bag from the IV across the hall to the bathroom while I

It felt like we were waited for hours before the doctor opened the door and called my mom’s name. We all followed the doctor into the ultrasound room with anticipation. After a normal ultrasound the doctor turned to us and said “Would you like to know the

Information after information being spilled out on the table. I started to feel over whelmed. But after I thought I had all my questions answer my next visit would only bring more. With my mom on my side with every step I finally know after the first doctor appointment that I could do this. But even all the support and information ,I find out I could never really be prepared.