Personal Narrative: A Day At Piedmont Atlanta Hospital

Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.

My second clinical day at Mercy Defiance Hospital, progressive care unit, was overwhelming but rewarding and very educational. Through the 8 hours I was there, I learned a lot. I engaged myself in many self-directing learning practices to futher promote my professional growth. My first time interaccting with my patient,I was joined with my clinical instructor. While in the room, I got to listen to to my patients heart, lungs, and bowel sounds. I was able to see and examine the patients ostomy bag, as well as help them to the bathroom. There were ways that I can improve my professional growth, suchas,having the confidence to not second guess my self about things to do in assessments. For example, I know how to assess the lungs, I should not second guess where to listen for the sounds. One of my goals for next week dealing with professional growth would be to have the confidence to know what I have learned and use it. My second one being to go into the room with a confident attitude and believe in myself.

A music box like sound twinkled with a bright tune throughout the hospital. Its tune was heard from the quiet and calm patient rooms, through the long white hallways, and to the comfortable hospital lobby where I stood waiting. I wonder what that sound was? Well, who cares? I’ve got other things to worry about. It was my first day of volunteering at the Fountain Valley Regional Hospital. The first tasks I was assigned were to greet, to help, and to escort visitors to their destination. My shaky hands were clasped together in an attempt to stay calm. Jeez I hope I don’t get lost while escorting a visitor.

Early October 2016 to January 2017, was the hardest time ever in my life. In October we found out that my Grandpa had a very aggressive form of stage four brain cancer. We knew that there was something wrong but we never thought it would be that bad. For the next month, the doctors ran tests, decided on a game plan, and gave results. My grandpa was in severe pain and confusions. We got the results that he would need to go through surgery on his brain to remove the tumor. This was around November 15. That was probably the scariest day of my life. His surgery and I will never forget, was at 12:10 pm. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter and I just prayed for half an hour. After that, I remember going on my computer and searching on Google

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

In sometime of January, my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He was feeling shoddy for more than five months. At some point, the pain was so horrific he had to go to the doctors to get checked out. The first time he had gone the doctors found nothing. He went a second time, and the doctors thought the pain was coming from his lungs, then they thought it was his heart. Those were neither of his cases, he soon found out the problem was coming from his pancreas.

Serving as volunteer at Baptist Medical Center East played a large part in my decision to become a physician. I spent 17 months volunteering with the surgery department. In that time, I saw many patients and was able to observe the interaction of nurses, techs, physicians, and patients. As a volunteer I did a lot of cleaning and organizing, however I had the opportunity to meet with patients and show them to their holding room. I saw many patients come and go, from emergency surgeries to common everyday procedures. All of these had the same things in common, family members who are worried about their loved ones. As a volunteer, I was able to witness the worry and hesitation as families walked back to the waiting room. I was also able to witness

One extra-curricular activity that helped me learn about myself, impacted my life, and helped me with my future was my experience at the ACMC Academy. The Ashtabula County Medical Center Academy was an educational internship at my local hospital that I competed for, and was selected to participate in over the summer of 2015. Out of over three hundred applicants throughout the local high schools, I was one of only ten students selected. In the Academy program, I had the opportunity to shadow two different departments within the hospital and witness real-life job situations that happen every day.

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

I was walking down the halls of The Children’s Hospital of Pennsylvania after an appointment. Every hall had a different theme, the point being to attract the little kids, but one, in particular, had caught my eye. The waves and fish on the walls lead me to a window that glassed a room full of kids. I saw doctors with them, but they looked as if they were just playing with the kids, doing everyday things. A passing doctor caught my stare and approached me, and being at least 12 at the time, I blurted, “what is this?” The doctor went on to tell me that I was watching Occupational Therapy. He explained that not everyone can do the things I do every day, and it was the therapist’s job to help them. Being 12 at the time, I was naive to the fact

I was at Beloit Memorial Hospital on September 17th 2012 giving birth. I was in a lot of pain and the nurses had the anesthesiologist paged to relieve my pain. The staff from anesthesiologist office never showed up. I suffered through many hours of hard labor with no relief from my pain. I feel very frustrated with the Beloit Memorial Hospital on the way I was treated.

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

If I had a ticket in my hand, I could travel to Nigeria to get in touch with my native culture or to Mecca to get in touch with my spiritual side, but I would rather travel to a place that is surrounded by the elements that I am passionate about. It turns out that music and black culture are such elements that I am passionate about. Therefore, if I had a ticket in my hand as if this very moment, I would be on the next flight to Atlanta, Georgia.

In life have you ever been stuck in a sticky situation, lost between two paths? You want to take both but you can’t. You have to make a choice soon or later. These past few months have been really rough for me. In December 2017, my mom and brother have been looking for another plant job. Somehow my brother stumbled upon a job in Savannah, Georgia. When my mom first told me about the job she said it was in Atlanta, Georgia. She asked my sister and I would we want to move to Atlanta with her when she gets the job. Of course, I said yes, my favorite group “The Migos” lives in Atlanta. Not long afterwards she texted me and said the job is in Savannah, Ga not Atlanta. At this point, I was a little upset because I started looking for houses and colleges in Atlanta. I did a little research and found out that Atlanta is two hours away from Savannah. Shortly, I realized it doesn’t make sense for my sister and I to switch schools because they are only going to

My brother had to have surgery to remove a hernia his sophomore year of college, and then a few months after the surgery reported something was wrong again. My family believed it was just another hernia, however the doctors revealed that it was in fact a tumor that had grown in. My brother was diagnosed with testicular cancer and that it he had to have the tumor removed to prevent spreading. After the surgery they found out the cancer spread to his limbnodes and that he would have to go through four months of chemotherapy. Just two weeks ago he finished his last chemo treatment, and is already reporting feeling better, but he is still fighting it off today. Nobody in my family had this before, or any cancer for that matter. My parents have