Personal Narrative: A Life Changing Experience In A Hospital

Imagine yourself, a family member or even a friend of yours laying in a hospital bed, in the gowns the nurses give you attached to machines all around the bed and hooked up to ivs. As you’re reading this you’re probably thinking why would I want that thought in my head but the horror doesn’t stop there, routinely your doctors and nurses are coming into check on you. They’ve come in so many times you now know who’s knock is who’s. As you’re trying to fall back asleep from the time the nurse came in an hour ago to prick at your finger or move around your iv or even give you more drugs, you get the question how are you feeling? You’re now running on the slightest amount of sleep not only from your caregivers waking you up but from the unbearable

Tananarative , Patient Zero I walked out of the doors and the parking lot was so quiet I couldn't hear a thing. I walked a bit further and passed cars with broken windows and flat tires and no one in sight. My stomachs began to rumble . I'm really hungry. I have to find food quick. I walked upon a convient store. The convient store had a bunch of food. I grabbed a big basket from the front and started to drop things inside . Things I'd liked , things for Mrs.Manigat and Nurse Rene and Dr. Ben . I'm pretty sure that's why no one was in the hospital with me . They went to find food. I wish we all had phones for me to be able to tell them that Ive found food. I gather all the drinks no food that I could fit inside my basket and started walking

In the movies the only hospitals that were like this were the- the- . Mental institutions. And they only took they crazy people there, so I immediately started looking for an escape route. I couldn’t stay here, I didn’t belong here, I’m not crazy. In fact I even got an A on one of my test at Pency Prep. If I were crazy I wouldn’t- “Calm down Mr. Caulfield, your heart rate is quite high” I looked over to see this typical doctor, he had bald hair, thick rimmed circle eyeglasses, and a suit shirt and tie under his long white lab coat. “ There were two other nurses in the room, one of them was tall skinny and really resembled someone off of a movie. The other nurse was short and plump, and had on too much makeup, she reminded me of a blueberry. “why am I here, where am

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

I remember feeling dazed walking into the hospital; everything was a blur yet seemed to happen in slow motion. And the smell. It was overwhelming and stale. I was detached, just going through the motions: walk here, get wristband, sit, stay, wait. The waiting was the worst part. My mind began to spin. Worrying, and waiting, and contemplating, and waiting and waiting… My fingers began to restlessly tap, dancing out the rhythm of my steps over and over. I fell into a daze, nothing processing except

That was another day went by at the Brockville General Hospital. I believe that I am learning something new every time I come for placement, which us great because that is exactly what I am looking for. In other words, I am gaining more knowledge and experience. However, as usual, I started my shift by going to my assigned patient’s room right after morning report. I had to perform a complete physical assessment of my patients. After that, I gave morning medicine to one of my patients including suppository. I also got the chance to remove indwelling catheter from my patient. It was good practice and experience. Furthermore, I gave my patient bed bath and I was helping them with all their needs and made sure they were comfortable. In the meanwhile,

The nurse gestured for me to come closer. I took a few steps forward and she leaned towards me and whispered, “Try holding her hand. You’ll help her feel more at ease.” I was a little hesitant but I did as I was told and took the patient’s hand. I felt her hand mold into a strong grip around mine without hesitation. While the patient’s grip never lessened on my hand, sometimes it would clench up for a moment before slowly relaxing again. The rest of the staff was busy following the surgeon’s directions, moving quickly around the room. I felt uncomfortable being the only one standing still, doing nothing. So I glanced at the patient. She was breathing hard with her eyes closed, her hand still securely around mine. My hand was starting to hurt, so I tried to ease it out of her grip. But as the patient winced in pain, she grabbed my hand even more strongly.

I woke up at 5am on the morning of January 02. It was too early for me to be up, but I had no choice. This day would be one of the most important days of my life. My husband drove us to the hospital, and during the ride we did not say much to each other. We were both thinking about the events of the day that lay ahead. We got to the hospital, got checked in, and I changed into my hospital gown. The nurse in charge of me was extremely nice. She went through the normal routine of asking all sorts of questions, and got me hooked up to the IV. Now it was time for me to wait on my doctor, Dr. Davis.

When I woke up I had no idea where I was. I was dazed and really confused. The nurse came in and said, “Jaclyn you're in the Toledo Flower Hospital and you passed out.” My parents were sitting there with worried faces. I just wanted to know what was going on. She was giving me a medicine through my IV, looking as if she was frantic and dripping with sweat. As soon as I got my medicine a stretcher burst through the door. There was a bloody unconscious man lying on it. My nurse immediately ran to them and she was rushing around and looked like she was on an adrenaline rush. She was yelling for a Doctor, but there wasn't one around. She had to make the decision to intubate the patient without the doctor and that was a risky decision.

In all of my previous experiences in the healthcare field, I have not had a single moment or challenge that I disliked about the profession. Even working as a scribe, I absolutely loved the change of pace in working a late night shift at one hospital and then getting up several hours later to work another shift at a different hospital’s ED. With this in mind, the question of naming one single aspect of being a physician I think I would like best is a difficult one to answer. As so many other premedical students, medical students, and current physicians, I love the satisfaction of solving a problem to help someone. This is truly what I expect to like most as a physician, particularly when working with a patient who suffers from several chronic

As I walked into the emergency room entrance, everything seemed normal. I could hear the hospital beds gliding across the floor, the monitors with a steady heartbeat, and the phones ringing. All of the nurses warmly greeted me as I began my weekly shift of 9-12 AM.

My entire world goes fuzzy and spins in raging circles. I stumble off the bed, backing as far away from the doctor until my feet aren’t able to keep my balance and I collapse to my knees. I feel sleepy, but I wouldn’t sleep. My body refuses to. “What…what the hell did you put in me?!” I yell with slurred words of rage. My body panics and I struggle to stay awake. I hate this feeling. I need to stay awake. I will stay awake.

I am not normally a nervous person, but inside I was shaking. I could feel the beads of sweat rolling off of my face. I grabbed all of my notes from the class I had taken a month before to refresh my memory. I was worried that I had forgot every bit of information because it was hard to know something if I 've never done it. After looking through the notes that I had, I started to remember the information and begin to set up the patient 's room. I put everything in place and grabbed extra supplies that I would need throughout the night since this patient was an intense one on one ratio. Last but not least, I called our Arctic Sun resource nurse to inform her I had a patient being placed on Arctic Sun, and none of our nurses had done this before, and I may be calling her with questions.

On 10/16/16 at 4:10pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 1850 S. 5th St on a injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog. I arrived at the location and was met by Columbus Police Department (CPD) Officers. CPD Officers stated that my victim (Alassane Dia) was transported to Nationwide Children Hospital. CPD Officers stated that my victim said that he was on the side of his house when a brown Labrador came through the gate and bite him. CPD Officers talked to the dog owner who stated that my victim damaged her fence resulting in her dog being able get out. CPD Officers walked me to the location where the attack happened. I took pictures of the damage to the fence and attach it to the dog in the database. I proceeded to 1846 S.

Lying on the hard gurney in that cold, stark white operating room, I could see the nurses and doctor all scrubbed and wearing their white masks and plastic glasses. The constant beeping of the monitoring equipment became louder in my ears, the cuff on my arm inflating as it was reading my blood pressure made my senses more aware of what was going on. I could smell the disinfectant, my mouth, even tasted like I had swallowed Lysol. The nurse was going over her checklist, asking me my name, asking me what procedure I was here for, and then receiving from her the details of what was going to happen. Having experienced this before with my first son Christopher, which was horrifying because I had not been ready for an emergency cesarean section,