Personal Narrative Analysis

The writers argued about the use of TDM for various drugs. This practice has been a variable tool for antidepressants, mood-stabilizing drugs, antipsychotics and anticonvulsants. However, for anti-dementia drugs, TDM has never been used in a clinical practice for the treatment of Alzheimer’s disease or other forms of dementia. Gathering some evidence about the treatment of dementia with TDM suggests that this practice can be used for donepezil medication dose titration so that the patients with AD can obtain maximal therapeutic benefits and avoid tolerability and safety problems since undesirable effects have been reported to different donepezil dosage forms. The collected data by the writers suggested that the serum concentration of donepezil should be 50 ng/mL so that it can be correlated with clinical improvement which was the case when the serum concentrations were analyzed. The patients with this concentrations did receive a “very much improvement” indicating that TDM does have the potential to improve dementia patients with donepezil to receive

I am getting excited just thinking about being finished with fieldwork next week. It has been another great week and I still continue to learn something new each and every day. This week brought new challenges for me with seeing more kids on my own, but I know Duane is there to catch me when I fall.

Kevin and I stepped into a whole new world in the fall of 2009. We began our degree program at Emmanuel School of Religion, which is now called Emmanuel Christian Seminary. We were working on our Masters of Arts and Religion. I was excited and nervous about going back to college. Our first day was terrifying. Kevin and I attended orientation the week prior to classes starting. There was a definite realization this academic program was going to be a challenge. However, I wanted a challenge. On the first day of class, we started with Greek. Our professor was Dr. Marwede. He opened the class with a test. He came over to my chair first and handed me a paper with a list of Greek words on it. My immediate reaction was shock, which Dr. Marwede realized I was overwhelmed by the look on my face. He told the class we could take it home as homework. Many of the students in the Greek class had previous experience with Greek; however, Kevin and I had no knowledge at all. We were overwhelmed. We were assigned five chapters and told to return the next day for a quiz with our homework.

When one envisions a house party their mind embodies the music and grasps the loving environment, but no one ever signs up for a life altering trauma. March 19, 2016 can be portrayed as the breaking point that unleashed the dangers of my fears. When a bullet is fired it is said to destroy its target, when the bullet pierced through my body it felt almost as if the world had been swept from underneath me. During this night I was rushed into an ambulance, where I was grazed slightly an inch away from my spine, which they told me I could've been paralyzed, but by the grace of God I wasn't. The incident opened up my eyes and it was a major wake up call for me. It made me into a better and stronger individual, my grades began to improve and my perspective on life changed. It taught me to live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time is going to come.

At the age of twenty nine, I faced an inevitable, drastic, and ultimately life changing decision. My options were limited, with no stress-free path to select. One path led down a very dark road, one that would have led to an abrupt end to my own life. The other route led to personal happiness, however, met with great sacrifice. Being that I felt strongly against the first option, I chose the second path. A reset button was pressed.

I found this week’s reading in the course text on custom fitting shotguns to be quite interesting because I’ve almost always had a shotgun in my home, but I’ve never done any work to customize the scatter guns I’ve owned… I think That’ll be changing pretty soon. Prior to getting into shotguns in this course I never had an idea as to how some custom work could enhance the performance of a shotgun. I knew there was a ton of work that could be done, but because I was never really into wing shooting or whatnot I never saw how it might help me out.

“Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” As I roll over from my fetus-type sleeping position, I notice my 6 o'clock alarm buzzing away beside me and that only more thirty minutes remains to aquire the last bit of my beauty sleep before the daily struggle begins. “Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!” Half an hour later, I roll over knowing that I must wake up now, so that I can perform my morning rituals. I reach over to my shiny, black bookcase that I use as my nightstand and touch the dismiss key on my iPhone. I cannot keep my eyes open because I feel like death due to an overwhelming amount of exhaustion, even though I calculated that I slept the night before for at least seven and a half hours. I concluded, however, that the thought of school itself ensued my unmotivated, depressed

One summer day a little girl got a pair of sunglasses and when she put it on and it started to rain on her, just her. When she moved the rain followed her. When she took it off it didn’t rain anymore. She tried to do normal stuff like eat ice cream, go to a birthday party and, have fun. Everytime she put her sunglass on it would destroy. Later that day after every time she put her sunglass on it started a storm. Everyone was running away for her but, finally she took them off for good. As the little girl walked she saw a bigger girl than her with a empty pool, sitting and doing nothing. The little girl went over to her and she put her sunglass on and the big girl’s pool started to fill up. She thanked the girl with the sunglass and jumped

This past weekend, I was driving with my dad in his Range Rover, and as there was no one on the highway at all, we were the only car in sight, I asked him if we could track how fast that his car went from 0 to 60 miles per hour. Agreeing, we stopped and then he pushed onto the gas while I was timing him. In exactly four seconds, the car went to 60 miles per hour. Thinking about the car after the fact, I connected it to what we have learned recently in class about acceleration. Since acceleration is the change in velocity over the change in time, my dad went from 0 to 60 miles per hour in 4 seconds, so the acceleration of the car would be 15 miles per hour, per second. Examining how I was able to find the acceleration of the car, this helped

Growing up, I had always lived with my maternal grandparents who had taught me most of what I have learned about life. My grandfather specifically awakened the pharmacist in me. He was diagnosed with stroke when I was about 8 years old and died when I was 10 years old. He would get paralyzed often, feel numb in certain parts of his body, and have difficulty talking. My grandmother and I would take him to the hospital, but all that could be done was a simple check-up, drug prescriptions, and certain instructions on what kind of foods he could consume. We couldn’t even afford a wheel chair, so my grandmother and I would assist him from the room to the living room or the balcony for a breath of fresh air. This experience stirred a huge passion

The concise time when an individual becomes a young adult is unknown and confusing. The authors have decided to pinpoint various milestones within to human life to gives readers a general idea of when we entered adult. According to Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman (2016), "However, in most states, they are not considered adult enough to drink alcoholic beverages until the age of 21. A person cannot become a U.S. senator until age 30 or president until age 35.” Contrary to the beliefs of the author, everyone has their own interpretation of what constitutes an adult.

Besides schoolwork, I participated in a lot of outdoor and indoor sports, including soccer, baseball and taekwondo during my high school years. However, the only sport that I performed competitively was taekwondo, a form of martial art originated in South Korea. I remember for my first tournament, I spent literally hundreds of hours practicing my skills hoping that I might be to claim my first medal. Just right before the tournament, my confident was at an all-time high due to the positive feedbacks that I received from my instructor and classmates. After my performance, I believed I did pretty well and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be on the podium. But surprisingly, I was placed 4th when they judges announced their scores.

With my heart beating frantically, I tried to control my breathing. “Leah Hoag?” a stern voice called from behind the oversized doors. I glanced down at my bag of supplies once more, inhaled a slow, deep breath, and stepped into the room. Little did I know that the round of the clinical nursing competition I was about to walk into would fortify my love for the nursing profession. Visiting the pediatrician’s office as a little girl, I viewed the nurses as heroes dressed in scrubs because I saw them first and sometimes were the ones who made me feel better without having to see the doctor. The profession holds a special place in my heart because both my grandmother and great-grandmother were nurses. Nevertheless, I had not seriously thought about becoming one of my scrub-clad heroes, but, rather, had only admired from afar.

“I’m going to win this time,” I declared proudly, ignoring my sister’s snickering. With our balmy hands interlocked, my sister stared intensely into my eyes until the sudden moment when our arm wrestling competition began. I pushed with all my might, believing that I could achieve the impossible victory. However, not three seconds after we started, my sister slammed my hand against the table. Forced to accept defeat once again, I wondered if I should ever expect differently fighting against an older sibling.

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