Pediatric Surgeon Research Papers

“Code Blue, ER. Code Blue, ER”. I can still hear that calm, unalarmed voice over the intercom. Seconds later, John Doe, a 50-year-old male, is rushed in through the double doors of the Emergency Room with an EMT pounding on his lifeless chest. Although the medical staff had been preparing for some time, it still appeared like a scramble to resuscitate this man’s life. It was my first shift as a medical scribe; I had no idea what to expect. While paramedics shouted the jargon-filled report, the surrounding chaos was quieted by the physician who maintained the room's composure. The instant the pulse was obtained, I was overcome with a foreign feeling that can only be described as pure exhilaration as if the epinephrine injected into the patient manifested its effects on me.

Charging to 200....Stand clear…Shocking! CPR....EMS providers experience the adrenaline and rush of a patient in cardiac arrest. Trying to bring dead back to life is not a simple task by far, especially with the limitations and resources of the field. But, what happens after the patient makes it to definitive care? Annually, around 300,000 adults in the United States experience out-of-hospital cardiac arrests (AHA), and EMS providers only see the results of the short term survival of the patient, but rarely the actual patient care and recovery after an arrest. Patients undergo intense, aggressive treatment and recovery measures in the hospital post-code. These patients have a variety of treatment regimens

 This paper will aim to apply my insights on motivational theory of individuals and teams by developing two initiatives to be put into action at the New Mexico Veteran Administration Medical Center (VA).  It will discuss how I will implement these initiatives and what changes in an employee mindset may be required to overcome any resistance.  It will discuss the positive outcomes I expect, and how I can avoid or minimize negative factors which may cause stress.

This paper will be going over a scenario involving a real patient and what things could have been different with EMS care. It will also be covering what exactly cardiac arrest is and what rhythms produce it. And for every cardiac rhythm in cardiac arrest, there is a specific treatment plan paramedics can follow.

Clipboard and stethoscope in hand, I walked toward the double doors that flashed emergency in bright red letters above. It was my first clinical shift as an EMT student, and first day jitters fluttered around in my stomach. I had no idea what lay ahead of me. However, I was not expecting to witness the fragility of life. About a half an hour into my shift the rapid response alarm blared through the emergency room. I turned to my preceptor and quizzically asked what this meant. “A rapid response is a patient who is in need of immediate medical care and intervention. As an EMT who is part of the rapid response team you will be expected to assist with vitals and chest compressions. Let’s head toward the recess room, and I’ll explain more there.”

I stepped behind the front desk of Spirit Medical Center’s emergency room to begin the night shift of April 23, 2002. Half of the rooms were already filled and my coworkers busied themselves moving throughout the sterile halls. If it weren’t for my pager calling me and two other nurses to take on a patient that would be arriving shortly in an ambulance, I would have been a part of the rush. Meanwhile, I observed the friends and families that occupied the uncomfortable wooden chairs in the waiting room. The majority of them wore a somber expression on their faces, but there were the few that had tears streaming down their cheeks uncontrollably as they took advantage of the conveniently located tissue boxes. My observations were soon distracted by the sound of approaching sirens.

These experiences have helped me to realize that simply being a physician within the U.S. would not be enough to fulfill my sense of duty to my community and satisfy my ambition to improve the standard medical provision – I require and crave the training of the Navy Health Professions Scholarship

La Crosse Pediatric Dentistry is dedicated to the health and wellness of all their La Crosse, WI, area clients. They believe that investing in preventative care when children are young can help them avoid dental problems in the future, and they encourage all of their patients to get sealants as a protective measure.

As I was growing into an young adult, I was asked many questions as to what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now the time has come, the decision that will affect the rest of my life. As I reflect upon the last few years, I realize how much I enjoy volunteering and helping people in my community. I am thankful for the National Beta Club and Key Club for allowing me to be involved in many vigorous activities. These activities have led me to decide to pursue a career in the medical field, preferably Physical Therapy. I feel a scholarship could help me accomplish and have my dream job.

“Your heart has stopped,” Death says, breaking the silence. “The medics are pulling out their defibrillator.” I rest my hands over my heart, feeling a prick of anxiety. “Well? Is it working?”

“That’s me” I think to myself, “it’s my turn to start compressions and bring this guy back to life.” I hop on the patient’s chest with violent force. I count to myself “1, 2, 3, 4, 5….” All the way until I get to 30. Then I pause for respiratory to administer two breaths. My heart feels as if it will beat out of my chest. I then resume compressions. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” I feel something jolt back against my hands. As I look down at the patient, I can see that their eyes are open and aware of its surroundings. The patient has been revived! The patient is okay. Then the doctor orders that the patient be moved to ICU for further observation. I blink to make myself realize that yes, I just brought a patient back to life. I just saved a life. This is what being a nurse means to me, or so I thought.

Every corner of the small suburban home was cluttered with a stockpile of useless items, and the hoarder’s paradise prevented us from bringing in our stretcher. As my partner, a new EMT, police officers, and I followed the man to the top story of his home, we could hear his wife’s terrified moans. I approached her and performed an assessment. Noticing rotation and shortening of her left leg, I recognized she most likely suffered a hip fracture and could possibly go into shock. She required quick transport to the hospital; however, the limitless cache of garbage that littered her house prevented rapid extrication. I began to break down what needed to be done. I delegated taking vital signs, administering treatment, and clearing a pathway

Although I was still an ESL student freshmen year of high school, I worked incredibly hard throughout the year to strive and exit the ESL program by the time I became a sophomore. In junior year, I was one of the Honor Guards of the 2011 graduating class; which meant I was one of the top 4% in the class of 2012. I also managed to achieve Distinguished Honor Roll all throughout high school. Finally, in my last year of high school, I worked with an oral surgeon as an intern, and worked as a secretary and assisted the surgeon with some operations. Since I was seven years old, I always wanted to be a surgeon because when I was little, my grandfather had an open heart surgery. Ever since then, I wanted to become an open heart surgeon. Subsequently, the internship helped me realize that this was the right path for

That afternoon, we received a call saying that there was a man who collapsed in Sheng Siong. My ambulance crew and I immediately turned out to the incident location, preparing for the worst. When we arrived, our nightmare occurred—the man had a cardiac arrest. Without any further delay, we immediately began our resuscitation: maintaining the patient’s airway, setting up IV and administering adrenaline, and started CPR. After

White capped nurses hurried back and forth carrying all sorts of equipment including bedpans and tired looking doctors looked sadly at the stream of patients that lined the corridors as they tried to sort out those that had a chance of life and those that had none. They were short of doctors, nurses, drugs, and beds but all knew they had no choice but to carry on and do the best they could with the equipment they had. A doctor who now looked ten years older than he did a year ago when he first joined the hospital reluctantly put a cross on the paperwork attached on the end of the stretcher that he lay on, a sign that he would not last more than a few hours, then moved on to the next stretcher hoping that there was something he could do that could save the man's life. God, what a mess the whole thing was and he hadn't had more than two hours sleep in the last twenty-four.