Personal Narrative Essay : My Uncle's Hospital Home

Twenty-one years old my middle brother began to drink constantly on a regular basis. Problems back home had influenced him in drinking, but also the people he correlated himself with back then. He took quite some time to overcome his addiction, but during his intoxicated moments he resembled that of Victor’s family. One night during my brother’s intoxication my brother had come down to our house to get away. When my brother rang the doorbell, I quickly rushed towards the door, opening it to find my brother’s eyes bloodshot red. Walking in face forwards he slowly took what felt like one hundred paces to our red couch, which already contained a few broken springs on the left cushion. Once reaching the target he plopped down like a heavy book

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

On Thursday June 14, 2017, I had to return a page from the emergency room (ER) doctor for and admit. When I returned the page the ER doctor wanted to admit a patient with stage 4 brain cancer that was a DNR for hospice care. I told the ER doctor that this was not an appropriate because this patient needed and wanted hospice care and that the hospitalist did not need to be involved. The ER doctor proceeded to tell me that I don’t want to do my job and I need to admit the patient so he could get the care that he needed. When he told me that over the phone I almost lost my cool and professionalism in a matter of seconds. I hung up the phone and walked down to the ER. I went into the patient room and spoke to the family members and they told me

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.

Analyzing the journey of a hospitalized patient is imperative in nursing practice in order to produce holistic, strengths based care (Gottlieb, 2014). When examining the patient and his or her journey, it is crucial for the nurse to explore many factors including the patient’s personal history leading up to admission, the unique and individualized care plan, impacting strengths and gaps within the healthcare system, as well as the factors affecting discharge care and planning. For the purpose of this paper, a patient by the name of Anna will be explored in order to highlight essential aspects associated with providing holistic care.

Seemingly, a seventy-year-old engineer from Michigan and a teenaged high-schooler from Florida are an unlikely pair to develop a friendship; however, a friendship they did develop.

20 Years have passed, and yet im still living in this old, empty house, at least im not completely alone. It feels like the house gets bigger as I grow older and have the house just to myself. I still have this haunting prawn accompining me throughout my lonely days. Sometimes on special occasions or holidays, family members come and visit me, ive grown so old I cant even remember some of their names. There's this one person that I can't stop thinking about, she hasn't called or visited, no one in the family know about her whereabouts, my youngest niece. Oh, and that stupid doctor she married hasnt bothered to call either, its like he just dissapeared or something. Maybe theyre alright and im just being paranoid, but then again everyone in the family is worried about them. Oh well, I guess will never know about her. I've decided to stop treatment on my leg and keep the prawn inside forever. My doctor told me that if I decided to stop treatment, the rapidly growing prawn would eventually kill me from the inside out. I cant seem to believe in anything he says ever since I found out he'd been lying to me and stealing my money all those years to pay for his son's education. I feel like the prawn just keeps growing while I grow older, its like he's taking my life away from me. Im getting weaker every day, this thing has grown to the point that I cant move from my bed anymore. Luckily one of my nieces, I cant remember which one, brought me a wheel chair and installed an electric

On Monday, October 12, 2015, I went to the local nursing home with a few girls in my class. We planned on playing games and painting nails with the elders; but when the girls and I arrived, Leon informed us that our task would include painting parking lot lines. Leon directed us outside and provided the materials we would need. He then took us to the parking lot that needed to be painted. Quickly after, the girls and I divided and conquered the task. Myself and one other girl painted lines, while the other two scraped the old lines up and swept away the debris. My friends and I all dressed up for this occasion because we expected to stay inside, but we went with the flow and carefully painted the parking lot lines.

As I heard the sounds of eloquent diction spread throughout the room, I grew envious of the doctors that stood around me. The medical terminology and phrases that were being used sounded like a foreign language. Each word was a noise I wanted to emulate. As they lured me to sleep, I closed my eyes with an astonished face. This usual operation for these doctors was a new experience for me. What were they doing? What were they thinking? Why were they doing this?

This is a very interesting read and I will enjoy looking into this some more. You made a vey valid point with the emergency room visits, as this has to make an individual wonder. If this invention is to assist an injured person with a wound, then would this also affect Dr. visits? As the years have rolled by Technology has come far with a lot of Do It Yourself. Just think, cars that can drive and park themselves, Electric Cars not needing any Gas, grocery stores that can scan for you etc.. I can remember being a little girl and I used to love the Jetsons (back in the 80s)and they were (at that time) the family you wanted. I would always wonder why my house couldn't have these features. Here we are 30 years later with some of the features.

didn’t want to. There was no way I was letting my parents know what I had gotten into. He told me to stay a few days then drove me up to a nearby health clinic to be checked for my cold. At the clinic I met a lady who welcomed me to come to her home if I wanted.

I had been focused on academics and athletics, and had delegated little thought to the status of my grandfather in the preceding weeks. It was the day of the eighth football game of my junior season. As I approached the front door to exit my home, I was interupted by my mother. She informed me that my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital, and would most likely not survive to Monday. I received this news, unphased. I reasoned with myself that I would visit later on, and that he would heal before the holidays.

Ever since I was a little kid, I have been building things. I was drawn to my dad’s tools, and the spare wood around the house represented something new. Nearly every day I would go down into the basement, for one reason or another, and see the wood, and the heavy drawers where the tools were kept. Occasionally, my dad would have to make small repairs around the house, the kind that all homeowners make. I loved to watch him do these sort of jobs, and sometimes I would get to hold nails and screws, or keep that plywood sheet in just the right place, so he could hammer it in. I was disappointed that I couldn’t help him more. One day, I changed that.

The family can be most satisfied by the nurse communicating with them about things such as when the doctor would come and talk to them, or when a test would be expected. I was responsible for notifying the physician of patient and family questions, concerns and wishes. After working with the patient and family for several hours I had a better understanding from listening and observing them as to what their goals of care were (Heylan et al.,

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.