Personal Narrative: Finding Myself In The Or Lakewood Ranch Medical Center

Getting into the specialty center would mean a lot to me. I love art and want to learn more about how I could improve to become better and better. I have always wanted to become a famous artist or just any regular art teacher when I grow older throughout the years. My favorite art media to use is just using pencil or making objects out of clay. I take art as a way of focusing on what you feel by not physically talking it out like an art therapist. It gives me confidence knowing that what I feel like doing is the best thing for me to do.

I was scared. I was just plain scared. The constant sound of a shrinking beeping. The smells of the antiseptic hospital ward. I was in shock and in complete disbelief. Why I am here? I should be at home doing my homework for the next day, but I am not. I am here. Now, I am lying on a flat patient cot. The yellow walls in my room had a distinct feeling that I was in a psychiatric ward was had utterly cold, however everyone on the floor was welcoming and willing to help. Nurses are bombarding into the room asking questions. In the meantime, my left arm is swollen from the IV stuck in me. I feel like a toddler having no idea about her surroundings. This all could have been avoided; however now it does not matter. I am glued to a sterile bed. A

My second clinical day at Mercy Defiance Hospital, progressive care unit, was overwhelming but rewarding and very educational. Through the 8 hours I was there, I learned a lot. I engaged myself in many self-directing learning practices to futher promote my professional growth. My first time interaccting with my patient,I was joined with my clinical instructor. While in the room, I got to listen to to my patients heart, lungs, and bowel sounds. I was able to see and examine the patients ostomy bag, as well as help them to the bathroom. There were ways that I can improve my professional growth, suchas,having the confidence to not second guess my self about things to do in assessments. For example, I know how to assess the lungs, I should not second guess where to listen for the sounds. One of my goals for next week dealing with professional growth would be to have the confidence to know what I have learned and use it. My second one being to go into the room with a confident attitude and believe in myself.

My second clinic rotation is internal medicine and I’ve had many encounters, both with patients and colleagues, which have made me pause and reflect. One of those encounters, in particular, will still be on my mind long after I finish typing this reflective journal. The patient at the center of it all is a lady I’ll refer to from here on as “Mrs. Flowers.” Mrs. Flowers is an 81 year old female with dementia and diabetes. She arrived on our unit with a diabetic foot infection that had progressed from a simple toe ulcer to wet gangrene. Over the last 2-3 months, gangrenous changes encompassed the distal half of her left foot. During pre-rounds, our medical team unanimously agreed that we would contact surgery for a consult. At time, it was obvious

A unique experience that I had at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital was that we also covered labor and delivery and the mother-baby unit. Most of our programming and interventions on these units involved bereavement and grief support, sibling education/support, and memory/legacy making. From my coursework and volunteer experiences at the University of Charleston, South Carolina, I had a solid foundational background with grief and bereavement through our child life courses, our death and dying course, our experiences with Shannon’s Hope, and our experiences with Rainbows. A family is forever changed when there is a loss of a family member, specifically a child (Pearson, 2005). A parents reaction to the death of a child greatly differs

The clinic that I am doing my clinical rotation is a small family medical office with one physician assistant and one doctor. It is located in Collier County Naples, Florida. Naples is considered as one of the richest city in Florida with a diverse ethnic group like Caucasian, African America, Asian, Latinos, Haitian, and much more. They see any patients start from 6 years old. Most of the patients who come to the clinic don’t have a medical insurance. They are self-paid. My preceptor is a professor of physician assistant at Nova University in Florida over 20 years.

During the last clinical rotation of my adult-gerontology acute care nurse practitioner graduate program, I worked closely with an orthopedic surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. He frequently became exasperated when residents would present new consults and focus solely on imaging. He wanted to know what the history and physical examination revealed. One morning on rounds, he grabbed my hands and exclaimed, “Always look at your patient! Touch them!”

My trip was to go to CMMC Wellness Center; unfortunately the plans didn't go as well. So we had to stay at LHS and had a guy came and talk to us about what he does and our job shadow. Ryan Westleigh attended Bates College and eventually became coach. He has played basketball, football, soccer and ran track. Westleigh talked about his career and what he does as an athlete coach and their latest scores. He didn’t really talk about the career but I believe the three significant academics skills would be the ability to communicate by way of written expression, the ability to recognize a problem and think critically to solve it and the ability to use technology effectively. All these academic skills can be used in coaching at all times.

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

Imagine there are four children with their own fully functioning hospital where we nursed the ill back to health. Some may question why I, an eight-year-old, was one of those four children who maintained a hospital. The thing is, it wasn’t just any hospital, it was a “Roly Poly Hospital” that my friends and I felt was necessary to create to save their lives. From a young age, I always enjoyed studying life and that’s how this little hospital started. It sounds a bit odd, but I promise my intentions were pure. I just wanted to help animals and this was my way. Looking back, I definitely wasn’t doing any good for those poor bugs, but I was certainly enjoying learning about their basic functions. This was probably my first and fondest memory of

I was at Beloit Memorial Hospital on September 17th 2012 giving birth. I was in a lot of pain and the nurses had the anesthesiologist paged to relieve my pain. The staff from anesthesiologist office never showed up. I suffered through many hours of hard labor with no relief from my pain. I feel very frustrated with the Beloit Memorial Hospital on the way I was treated.

appointment at the St.Cloud hospital four days from that day. For a while I kept it to myself because it wasn’t something I could or even wanted to brag about.

No matter how stressed or upset I feel, every time I step into the Children's Hospital of Orange County those feelings all seem to melt away. Here out of all places I find so much life and energy. Even when things are a little difficult, my "buddies" inspire me to keep going. My time spent learning their likes, dislikes, hopes, fears, and dreams drives me to try to make even the smallest difference in their lives and those of other

On November 30th, 2015, I ventured to the Santa Monica Convalescent Center to spend time with patients in the dementia ward. At first, I thought I would not enjoy spending almost two hours with people who were unable to be cognitively present due to varying degrees of dementia and Alzheimer’s, which impairs their ability to retain memories and sometimes returns them to an almost baby-like mindset. However, I soon formed several bonds with many of the residents there. A woman named Kathy, a volunteer from nearby Presbyterian church, handed out copies of well known Christian hymns and soon everyone was chiming in as best as they could. I then sat down across from a woman named Alice and asked her about her life. She is an elderly African American woman who answered my questions with very opinionated and interesting answers.

Today started as a normal day. I woke up at four to get ready for my shift. Being a doctor doesn't have the best schedule. You go in when they tell you and you can't leave until they say so. To me saving lives is worth it otherwise i wouldn't have dealt with college. On my commute to work i made my usual stop at the local coffee shop and continued on. As i was approaching the hospital my pager went off, it was my boss telling me that someone was going in for an emergency operation and that i was needed in the operation room as soon as possible. I ran the rest of the way and got into my scrubs as soon as i could. When i got the the operation room they had already started so i went to get some info from the nurses. According to one of them the patient was a fifty