Personal Narrative Essay

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

I am only going to refer to my personal scan rate for the month of December, 2017. The December ER-KBMA -Compliant Form documents three non-scan medicinces

All you need in life is faith, family, and friends. I even consider all my friends family, so you need faith and family. I'm so blessed to have an awesome family. More importantly, I'm blessed to know an awesome God.

HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.

Loss: the fact or process of losing something or someone. Loss goes far more than death. One can lose themselves, lose another person, or just plain lose money. Loss is inevitable and I believe losing yourself is something we will all go through at some point in our lives.

The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.

Gasping, fresh air fills my lungs. Bitter cold, I open my eyes, a blinding white room occupies my vision. Again.

My mother is an excellent chef and tonight we are having one of her specialties: philly cheese steaks. These aren’t just any philly cheese steaks though. The rolls are homemade honey wheat and each bite reveals just a hint of fresh basil. The meat is a succulent beef that has been sliced paper thin and has been cooking slowly in its own juices for eight hours. The mozzarella was made by my grandfather earlier today, and it melts into a delicious, gooey mess. Mom does not make this often as the beef she uses is pretty expensive, but today’s special. Today, not only do I turn eighteen, but I was also recently accepted into the honor’s program at Moss University.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.. My eyes shot open. Today was the day. Today was the day I would finally get the promotion I deserved. My presentation was flawless, nothing could go wrong! Lets just hope my overly annoying boss and his peculiar little assistent thought so too! I reached over and hit the button to turn the surround sound off on my alarm. Nothing happened. I hit it again. The stupid clock changed from beeps to smooth jazz!!! Great! I just love hearing the mind numbing sounds of jazz to the tune of never ending boredom! I hopped out of bed and the motion activated lights hummed on, growing slowly as not to startle me. Then, BAMB! The bright lights burston nearly blinding me! What is happening today? Do I need to call the smarthome

It was a misty morning right above the ocean’s surface. My brother’s head, along with seven others, was bobbing in the waves and obscured by the morning haze. The sun had just broken the horizon and emitted its luminous rays of scarlet red, orange, and pink underneath the clouds. Beyond the clouds was the sky, an endless pool of blue. I felt like I had jumped into a picture of a brochure. Subsequently, reality came back to me and I no longer felt pleasant emotions from the scenery.

slept through the burglary. I considered lying about this to the cops when I went to report it, but you don’t lie to the police. It’s like doctors: they can’t help you if you lie to them. I mean, I don’t always tell my doctor the whole truth, but that’s because my doctor happens to be an old friend—some things are just too embarrassing to tell your friends.

Whew! Attending college full time and working part time kept my mind busy. The one hour drive home from UNC was a respite which allowed my mind to wander. On this particular day, it was wandering between summer vacation plans and my research on the meaning of Zen when I noticed the neighbor’s large, white cat, Phaton, wrestling with a small animal on the front lawn. “Phaton! Get away from that squirrel!” Stepping out of my car, I positioned myself as a barrier. There would be no lip smacking or paw licking on my lawn. “Now that you’ve made it to the tree, you can climb to safety,” I encouraged. To my dismay, I realized that what I thought was a squirrel was instead a prairie dog and could not climb. Its den was just a block away. As if on cue, the little rodent began to run toward 2nd Avenue, the intersecting street. I felt empowered to be at the right place at the right time to save a cousin of the slaughtered mink.

“Everybody, get your hands up!” cries Ankita, and to the counts of “5...6...7...8” we begin to dance.