Personal Narrative: A Career In Medical Field

The first time I realized I wanted to specialize in medicine was when my father took me to the fire station when I was around the age of fourteen. He began to show me images of different cases and trauma scenes they had participated in. Since then, I have constantly asked my dad questions about different calls and scenarios about patients he has rescued. By having a father in the medical field and continuing to take science and medical courses throughout high school, I began to learn more about medicine throughout the years. Deciding to partake in these courses further advanced my understanding in medicine. These courses helped it become clear to me that the medical field is something I continuously

I was never a kid that knew who I would become when I grow up. My interests ranged from wanting to become an interior designer to having a strong desire of becoming a pilot. I was often surrounded by healthcare professionals but I never imagined myself striving to become one. Little did I know that I would end up at a stage in my life where I would be sure about pursuing a career in healthcare. Although I have decided on my career path, I have yet to discover a particular field within healthcare that grabs my interest. The RA Internship will help me learn more about medicine and help me find a right field of study through clinical research experience and monthly lectures offered to me as an intern. Though this opportunity I will be able to

The career I became interested in is a Physician’s Assistant, or a few people call them PAs. I became interested in this job in my sophomore year of high school. It all started when I attended the STEM fair after school one day. STEM fair is only offered to students who are in either the biomedical Stem academy or the engineer academy. At this fair, students tour around to different classrooms to acquire information on different careers. I attended the Physician’s Assistant one, where there was an actual PA to give information on what PAs achieve. For example, PAs examine patients for diseases, injuries and illnesses.

Choosing my career was not an easy choice but becoming a Medical Assistant would be my “foot in the door” to becoming a nurse. I started Alaska Career College in fall 2014 to become a Phlebotomist. I thought that with my experience as a medical receptionist, I can further my career as a medical assistant rather than a phlebotomist. I love to draw blood but because of my personality, I thought that maybe it would be more beneficial to become a medical assistant instead. As a young Hmong child, I loved helping people especially the older folks who did not speak English well. It is my goal to help others who are in need of help and because of that, I chose to become a Medical Assistant. I do hope that one day

During the course of my college years, I have considered alternate career options. I have contemplated becoming a physician’s assistant, a dentist, or a podiatrist. Physician’s assistants and doctors play similar roles in clinics; I would still be able to see patients and enjoy the interpersonal aspect of delivering healthcare. Additionally, I would still be able to play an important role in primary care and do my utmost for the sake of my patients, which is hugely appealing.

It wasn’t until my senior year in high school when I realized that I needed to decide what to choose as a career field in which I actually had an interest in pursuing. My aunt handed me a bunch of pamphlets that dealt with a variety of different career types: business, criminal justice, education, etc. That was when I came across the healthcare field. I have always loved being able to help others as much as I am able to. There were plenty of field’s that sounded interesting but that’s when I came across the one that I was eager to begin my college career on.

My freshman year of high school I literally had no idea what I wanted to do when I grew up. That is, until one day, when I suffered a lot of pain at football practice. I never thought a broken hand would be so beneficial to my future. The next morning I had to get surgery and they told me I would have to see an occupational therapist to be able to use my hand again. I was not thrilled about this news because they told me therapy would be very painful. The first day of therapy was horrendous, I forgot to take my pain medication and she made me do all these weird stretches with my hand. I wasn’t looking forward to my next appointment. After awhile I started enjoying my appointments more and more, I got to the point where I was looking forward to going to my appointments. My occupational therapist was very helpful by telling me what all I needed to know about occupational therapy. Because of the improvement I could visually see, the way my therapist was always in a good mood, and the hands on work you do, is why I want to be an occupational therapist.

Ask someone, and chances are, they’ll argue that health comes first. Doctors say it, parents repeat it, media promotes it, but in actuality, not many of those who suggest making health a priority can truly say that they’ve never jeopardized their health, whether that be through something as small as skimping on sleep or as big as stressing themselves out, for their job. While some might not consider it one, maintaining a certain BMI is another health benefit that goes neglected, especially in modeling, a career that carries the stigma of only consisting of starving girls who need to “eat a burger”. Luckily, I never had to worry about my weight mainly because I danced 22 hours a week, something I could maintain in middle school only because I was homeschooled. Once I started high school, however, I found it hard to stick to this rigorous schedule, so it wasn’t long

I have had many job and volunteer positions that utilized most of the skill areas listed in the question. The projects I have carried out in these positions have required especially the last three skills, including working with external stakeholders, monitoring and reporting, and evaluation and correction. In the U.S., I have had fewer opportunities to deal with budgeting and contracts, and little to no fund-raising or grant application. However, in Togo, my experience included all the skills listed, including grants and funding along with budget forecasting and working with external paid help. Most of the positions and projects I have been involved with have focused on health.

My love for medical didnt always start out this way.When i was elementary I started off wanting to pursue the dreams of being a teacher. I was always fascinated by the way teacher cared and teached.at the end of elementary i decided that being a teacher was not for me. As I entered middle school I join a choice program and got accepted to a middle school that had a medical program. Is this medical program at the middle school we learned about the basics of anatomy and physiology. I didn’t get to finish my middle school medical due to the fact that I wanted to skip a grade. I had failed a grade level in elementary and was always a grade level Behind . I refuse to let this make me graduate late so I decided to go to school that would help

With gushing blood and flailing organs, a surgeons must be quick and skilled at working with little time. In the emergency room, last minute surgeries require bursts of fierce and frantic work that may or may not save the life of a patient. In my mind, surgery and writing both share the motto, “delay then slay”. Surgery is usually put off until the last possible moment, and likewise with my papers, I procrastinate till the very end. While I am a competent and passionate writer, I struggle with time management.

One of the most important things in my life is my passion for medicine. I love to learn more about different fields and career paths that are available to me. Although it is a very important part of my life, most people do not know about it.

My initial interest in medicine all started when a blood vessel in my nose burst, which caused continuous nose bleeding. I watched my mother struggled financially to bring me to the doctor. The feeling of utter helplessness caused my mom to believe that she would lose me to the heavy bleeding. Eventually, I went to a specialist who provided treatment that sealed the broken blood vessel. I still remember the iodoform smell of the hospital. The atmosphere was completely different. The seats were plush and every surface was dustless. The nurses were friendly and they moved with a serene purposefulness from room to room on their rounds. There were vases of flowers and beautiful framed pieces of art on the walls. The doctor in his white long coat

I knew at a young age that I wanted to go into the medical field. It was an exhilarating idea that I could dedicate my life to helping others in need. I was debating on becoming a physical therapist, an anesthesiologist, or a nurse throughout middle school and high school. Ultimately, I decided to pick nursing because I felt the most familiar with it with my mother being a nurse and coming from a bloodline of nurses. Then came the first year of college when I realized that maybe I am not so familiar with the occupation after all. For example, I did not realize the magnitude of how stressful the occupation was. Only this year has my mother began to tell me how some days she would go without eating because nurses do not have a designated lunch break. She also told me how some of her female coworkers have been sexually harassed by patients regularly.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to take part in the medical field to enhance the lives of those who need help. Although, I am a little unsure of what nurse to be, I know that physically working with those that can not do anything on their own will give me pleasure. Since I was about nine years old, my grandmother had severe Alzheimer's and could not physically or mentally care for herself alone. As part of my daily life, I cared for her by feeding her, dressing her, and bathing her, but most importantly, I was her friend. A couple months before she died, she rolled out of bed one morning and was crushed by her tv, breaking a hip and sending her to the hospital. There, we visited her almost everyday, and I watched how the nurses