Personal Narrative: Anaesthesia

Week three in clinical was difficult for me, I had a great experience overall but I hated seeing and holding a baby that had passed away at 21 weeks. To know what the family could possibly be going through was heartbreaking. I wouldn’t exactly know what to do if I was with the patient and her family exactly. I do know that I did place her in the room when she was admitted to triage. I do feel good about seeing the scenario play out, while being a student rather than being in the field alone. Other than that I was able to see the beginning stage of labor as well as a C-section. Everyone was so bent out of shape on making sure I eat and that I don’t faint, but it seriously wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I was too intrigued with the mother rather

An interaction that deepened my interest in Nursing would have to be when I interned with Dr. Morin, an Orthopedic Surgeon. I was granted this opportunity by the Southwest Virginia Governor's School, as their students have to complete an internship. I chose to do mine in the operating room, because I was fascinated with all that went on inside the operating room.

“I didn’t hear you. I would’ve given you the ball if I did,” I sobbed. This physical altercation at Nancy Ryles Elementary School best described the first moments I experienced with Jonathan. At five years old, my adolescent mind thought his reign of terror was going to last for an eternity, but one day, a call changed it all.

Since the beginning of September I have been an Anesthesia Technologist in the OR at Stony Brook Medical Center. I am currently in my first rotation at the ambulatory surgical center, but I will soon return to the main OR for my spine, cardiac, ortho, Peds, ob/GYN rotations. My job as an intern is to assist the anesthesia team with setting up the anesthesia machines, checking and/or troubleshooting the machines prior to each case, setting up IVs, and helping with inbutation and extubation among other things. I am in the OR from around 6 AM until 2:30 PM. When I am not in the OR I work as a home health aide for my great grandmother. My goal is to help restore so motility in her hips since she is recovering from hip surgery after falling while

I just went in for a cleaning, all I wanted was for my dentist to check for any cavities and tell me everything was in perfect condition. I don’t understand how I managed to wake up in the middle of a siege. The last thing I remember was Dr. Goldstein saying “Well Andre, it looks like you have a few cavities, I’m going to use some anaesthesia, just in case you don't respond to the pain medication again. Is that alright?” I did feel unsure about his decision, I couldn't understand why I would need anaesthesia during a cleaning, but I let him do his job. Dizziness soon followed, before I woke up in a gloomy room with the door barricaded. The only was light coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein

The hospital room is a cream color and gave off a depressing mood. Faint noises of crying come from other rooms. Picking up my arm to stretch, but unable to move as thoughts start rushing to my head. A familiar face steps into the room. Her eyes a red color from crying I can tell. She has wavy brown hair and an hourglass figure. Small and tan she hesitantly walks closer and lies a small hand on my head. That's the last thing I remember before I black out again.

This week I had rotation at Genesis and also Cumberland Hall. Genesis was very different that what I expected. When I think of a “rehab” I think of people all sitting around with major withdrawal symptoms, a very strict schedule, multiple one-on-one session, and with no smoke breaks. At Genesis, throughout the day the client was able to do their own thing until the scheduled group session and smoke breaks. I was placed on the male unit and I was very surprise of the self-awareness that I experienced. Just listening men talk and tell their stories brought on a whole new prospective and quickly changed the image of the addict stereotype. While I was there we also established that all the clients was first timers and all fathers, and afterwards I was able to sit and think about how grateful I am to have my father who’s not an addict. I have had the luxury of always having a clean and sober father; which I had taking for granted.

Our clinicals at Cadbury at Lewes is quickly approaching an end and we are still learning new things each day. Everyday we do something new and so another skill is checked off. Yesterday, we got numerous things done, it was a very busy day.

My first clinical was a good experience because I learned a lot. I would say my first day involved experiences that I was expected to learn but also ones I didn’t. I learned that getting up at 5am in the morning really isn’t as bad as you think, once you get your coffee paid of course. As well as the drive from Valpo to St. Mary only talks about 20 mins. As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I expected to learn about what we as student nurse would be doing, as well as that since it was the first day, learn are way around the hospital. I wasn’t to nervous about going to a hospital for clinical, but as Soon as I stepped on the oncology unit I got a little nervous. It hit me that I was no longer just practicing vital and providing base care to

Growing up our fears circle around things like monsters under the bed and in the closet, but once we reach the adolescent stage the monsters are a lot less physical. We almost become like superheroes unable to be harmed, indestructible. Situations where we are the ones lying in the hospital bed are few and far apart. I had forgotten I am not invincible, and rather than blowing off the amount of pain I was in I should have done more about it.

As Friday was my first day starting my experience at the cardiac catheterization lab, I was quite nervous and curious about the different things that I would have to do considering in all my time volunteering at the hospital, I have been to the cath lab only one or two times. However, when I went to the lab I was warmly welcomed by some of the staff and I later met many of the nurses and doctors there as well. Everyone was very friendly and they were excited to have my help and to “train me.” In fact, one of the doctors I met wanted me to do some research regarding cardiac catheterization to “get me more involved in the field,” which is pretty exciting because I'm not very familiar with anything related to cardiology but I chose this specific

I was able to make connections between the clinical and the lectures. I was able to apply the knowledge I learned from lectures and our assigned textbooks, readings, and videos to clinical. Over the course of the semester, I became much more comfortable being on the floor at the psychiatric hospital. I was able to see the symptoms the patient presented with and make connections as to what their diagnosis was. as well as the as well as see the therapeutic effects of the medication they were taking. My clinical provided me with exposure to patients with borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, eating disorders, and bipolar disorder. I was nervous about clinical simply because I didn’t know much about mental

Hi doctor. I'm wondering if I need to be concerned. I keep getting what seems gas. The mild/dull pain is always in a different area. It bothers the most the most when lying down. Therefore, sleeping at night has been a challenge, leaving me unrested. It also bothers when pain is around the groin, it sort of feels like if I had an urine infection, but I'm urinating okay. I've been taking the Omeprazole, thinking it might help. But it has not. What do you think?

My experience about clinical this week was great because i provided care to a resident who was on parental feeding. This was an opportunity to witness some of the procedures being performed on real patients. This experience enable me to understand the rational behind most of the skills which i practiced during clinical labs.

I spent the last Friday night in the emergency room. The last Saturday in a daze from medication, and the last two days in pain and misery. That is where I am, it isn’t great, but it could be worse. It isn’t hyperbole either. I re-read my opening and thought it could be perceived as mellow dramatic. No, I have been coughing for five days straight. It hurts to breathe, there are chunks of my throat coming out when I do cough, I have a gall stone larger than my gall bladder, I have an ongoing fever, a nose that has run raw and sinuses that are more congested than rush hour traffic in India. Okay. Maybe a little colorful yes; but not mellow dramatic. That is coming up next.