Personal Narrative: A Day At Lenox Hill Hospital

On 5/21/16 at approximately 2024 hours, Officer Acosta #0044 and I responded to Huntington Memorial Hospital, (HMH), for a report of a battery. The comments of the call stated, “IN ER RM #18, VIC IS 25 YO MALE ASSAULTED WED AT LA PINTO PARK BY UNK SUSP, ADV HE WAS HIT IN HEAD W/BAT AND HAS A PUNCTURE WOUND TO THE LIP. VICTIM IS EDGAR LARA DOB 10-02-90.”

Jane was left anonymously at an orphanage in Brisbane in 1951. The girl grew up having no clue of her parents' identities. It was on May the fifth 1969 that she got drunk and slept with an drunk, older man. Unfortunately for Jane, she got pregnant and her partner was anything but inclined to stick around. Despite her friends advice, Jane refused to get an abortion. She had always been stubborn. She probably would have made a decent parent, but disaster struck again for our Jane. A serious of complications occurred in the delivery room of a grotesque nature. The birth was a long and painful one. By the end of it Jane was utterly sleep deprived, and it was hardly her fault that the baby was lost. She handed it to a man dressed in doctors' clothes – the full get up. The man vanished, and despite the polices best efforts, was never tracked down.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

My second clinic rotation is internal medicine and I’ve had many encounters, both with patients and colleagues, which have made me pause and reflect. One of those encounters, in particular, will still be on my mind long after I finish typing this reflective journal. The patient at the center of it all is a lady I’ll refer to from here on as “Mrs. Flowers.” Mrs. Flowers is an 81 year old female with dementia and diabetes. She arrived on our unit with a diabetic foot infection that had progressed from a simple toe ulcer to wet gangrene. Over the last 2-3 months, gangrenous changes encompassed the distal half of her left foot. During pre-rounds, our medical team unanimously agreed that we would contact surgery for a consult. At time, it was obvious

Today was my first day to volunteer at Hamtramck Medical Center. I spent the first forty minutes with Elia. She introduced me to other nurses, also, she showed me everything in Hamtramck Medical Center including, patients’ rooms, lab, waiting rooms, and doctors’ offices. After that, she read me the instructions, one of the instructions is to treat the patients kindly, and everything happens in Hamtramck Medical Center stay there. Lastly, Elia introduced me to my supervisor.

A unique experience that I had at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital was that we also covered labor and delivery and the mother-baby unit. Most of our programming and interventions on these units involved bereavement and grief support, sibling education/support, and memory/legacy making. From my coursework and volunteer experiences at the University of Charleston, South Carolina, I had a solid foundational background with grief and bereavement through our child life courses, our death and dying course, our experiences with Shannon’s Hope, and our experiences with Rainbows. A family is forever changed when there is a loss of a family member, specifically a child (Pearson, 2005). A parents reaction to the death of a child greatly differs

As I was finishing my last shift as a Health Leads advocate at Boston Medical Center I couldn’t help but think back to my first shift three years earlier. I was nineteen years old walking into the Pediatric Unit eager to make a difference. Being located in a poverty-stricken part of Boston many uninsured and low-income families would bring their children to Boston Medical Center. As an advocate, it was our responsibility to make sure they had everything they needed from food to shelter while working hand in hand with their physician. I expected to reaffirm my desire to become a physician by witnessing all the positive work that can be accomplished. What actually happened was something quite different, something that made me wonder, “Do I really want to go into medicine?”

I had a never ending list of patients to see, all of which also had a never ending list of questions to ask. Going through my routine, I worked my way down the list of patients. Then I found a familiar looking name, Sarah T. LiCari. Walking into the room I did my usual greeting. I noticed that she looked a bit different, but I could not quite put my finger on it. Had she lost weight? Did she do something to her hair? Was it just the new winter jacket? Regaining my focusI began to look over the lab results that were sent back from a hospital in Pittsburgh. They did not look good. There was no reason to try and sugar coat the situation, so I told Sarah outright what the results concluded. I could see the slight drop in her features. Knowing there was not a cure for the disease I told her about a new drug trial that was going on that she could be a subject in. This appeared to catch her interest a little, but I could see that her eyes drifted to focus on the model that sat on the windowsill behind me depicting a liver with cirrhosis. I felt some pity for the girl. She was quite young to have developed liver cirrhosis. I could tell she had zoned out by now, so I wrote down everything I was telling her to look at when sh got home. Sarah and her mother then left. It was just another day at the

I have earned 5 hours for this activity by learning about my career goals and medical schools in general. I recently visited the University of Florida's campus and visited the UF Health Center. They have a very nice facility and they do a lot of research. It is now the goal to get into UF's medical school. We did talk to an admissions counselor, who suggested that as soon as I get into college, I should started doing internships and be a part of a research team. This will be an area of growth I will need to work on since I tend to be shy when it comes to going certain organizations I am new to.

Two sisters, Peggy and Jeggy, born on January 13, 2002 in New York, New York. After Peggy and Jeggy were born, they were put into the nursery with a strange looking nurse, followed with an interesting personality. This nursery couldn’t have been more creepy, cold, dark, smelly, and the nurse had two different colored eyes, the left one, blue, the right one, brown. She’s tall, plump, brown hair, and her affection for Jeggy lasted since Peggy and Jeggy were brought in. The mother knew something had to be up with her, but she had to trust her with her two babies.

No matter how stressed or upset I feel, every time I step into the Children's Hospital of Orange County those feelings all seem to melt away. Here out of all places I find so much life and energy. Even when things are a little difficult, my "buddies" inspire me to keep going. My time spent learning their likes, dislikes, hopes, fears, and dreams drives me to try to make even the smallest difference in their lives and those of other

She sat down as her mother went to talk to the doctor . He nodded, looked towards Savannah and shuffled his way towards her . “You must be Savannah . I’m Doctor Josh . Your mother has explained your current situation to me and said it would be best for it to be ‘solved’. How about you follow me back to the operating room and we start on getting that situation out of the way .”He said with sarcasm . As Savannah was lead to the room she saw baby pictures on the wall . It made her sick . But she fought it . “Here . Put this on please .”He said as he handed her an operating dress . She got dressed and laid on the bed not ready for what was coming her way . “Okay Ms.Smith here what is going to happen . I will insert a local anesthetic into your cervix so you will not feel anything . Hopefully you won’t . Then a tube will be inserted into your uterus through your private area and will remove the child through suction . Oh good . Here comes Nurse Mary to help .”Doctor John explained in very specific details . As Nurse Mary stepped into the room Savannah felt a few tears run down her face .”You must be Savannah .”the nurse said .”How old are you honey ?” she questioned .”15 ma’am .”Savannah answered back .”Was this your choice ?””No. My mom said it’s the best thing .””Honey , is this even what you want ?””Well no . This is my first child . I would love to keep it but my mom said it will make my life worse .”Savannah said as she started to cry .”Explain that you want

She sat down as her mother went to talk to the doctor . He nodded, looked towards Savannah and shuffled his way towards her . “You must be Savannah . I’m Doctor Josh . Your mother has explained your current situation to me and said it would be best for it to be ‘solved’. How about you follow me back to the operating room and we start on getting that situation out of the way .”He said with sarcasm . As Savannah was lead to the room she saw baby pictures on the wall . It made her sick . But she fought it . “Here . Put this on please .”He said as he handed her an operating dress . She got dressed and laid on the bed not ready for what was coming her way . “Okay Ms.Smith here what is going to happen . I will insert a local anesthetic into your cervix so you will not feel anything . Hopefully you won’t . Then a tube will be inserted into your uterus through your private area and will remove the child through suction . Oh good . Here comes Nurse Mary to help .”Doctor John explained in very specific details . As Nurse Mary stepped into the room Savannah felt a few tears run down her face .”You must be Savannah .”the nurse said .”How old are you honey ?” she questioned .”15 M’am .”Savannah answered back .”Was this your choice ?””No. My mom said it’s the best thing .””Honey is this even what you want ?””Well no . This is my first child . I would love to keep it but my mom said it will make my life worse .”Savannah said as she started to

On that Valentine’s evening, when the foursome started off for the Portland Hospital to admit Kaashi for her delivery, Saira’s pre-labour cramps triggered – indicating her delivery was also imminent. Although the journey was preceded by acrimony between the quarrelsome duo Jai and Kaashi – kinda spoiler; all of them were looking forward to the romantic day turning into the biggest day of their lives. However, soon that festive Sunday evening turned into an ill-fated one, as Kaashi and Jai had to be rushed to the accident department of London’s Chelsea and Westminster hospital. Oh yes, along with Saira! So – in fact, three people were admitted in an emergency, by the anguished fellow Kamal. Of