Personal Narrative: I Am Back In The Hospital

I was born on June 26, 2002 in Albany, NY. I lived there until I was about 5, then we moved to Edinboro. For about three years of my childhood I maintained to average an emergency room trip a year. First when I was in Kindergarten my brother accidentally shut a door on my face. The edge of the door knob hit my lip and cut it in half. I started gushing blood. I was crying because that bad boy hurt and then my mom asks, “do you want some Tang”. I didn't want the Tang because my lip was gushing blood. So we went to the emergency room and I got eight stitches. My next injury happened the summer of me going into first grade. We had this croquet set, and me and my brother were pitching an exercise to each other and hitting it with the croquet mallet.

The next step after hearing from the neurosurgeon was getting Miranda through the pain of the surgery. Kevin decided he would take night shifts and I would take days. One of us had to be there at all times as her advocate. So, I was there from 7:00 am until 7:00 pm and Kevin was there the other 12 hours. Twelve-hour shifts are hard especially on a body like mine, which had just gone through two surgeries in the past four months. My first shift began as soon as Miranda requested us to come to her in the PACU unit, which is the first place a patient goes after surgery at that hospital. Kevin and I went in together, but he left so he could sleep and come back for the night. I sat in a chair beside her bed for about seven hours without a break. The unit was in constant motion with people coming out from surgery and heading to their rooms for recovery. Miranda’s breathing would not stabilize so we waited longer than most patients. Grandparents and friends were not allowed in the unit so I was on my own. It was odd. I had been there twice because of my surgeries, but this time I was there for Miranda. They gave Miranda a pump for her pain and it did help her

I earned 14 hours for service for this activity. I continued working in my shift in the ICU. In the ICU, the main jobs are refilling the drawers in the not occupied rooms and ensuring that the supply closets are full. Sometimes, I clear the storage unit, that contains towels, sheets, pillow cases, and rags, from yarn. The yarn is used to tie the a stack of linen together and they are usually all over the place. If I get the chance, I throw out the excess yarn and untie the stacks. When I was doing this, a nurse thanked me because everyone is so busy and does not have time to clean up the yarn. I continued to do my jobs, but towards the end of my shift, I begin to become tired. I developed time efficient system that allowed me to maximize the

There are many monumental events that have occurred in my life, but the incident that left me paralyzed and partial blind was the turning point.

On the night of April 2nd, 2016, in Destin, Florida, I jumped off of a lifeguard stand and hit a sharp metal pole which tore my skin open a little above my right ankle. The way in which my foot was cut open is medically defined as a laceration. A laceration is a cut through one or more layers of skin. The laceration I suffered was definitely a cut through multiple layers of my skin. As you can see in the image on the right, a doctor repaired my wound by tying the two flaps of skin together using 5 stitches. The picture was taken 3 days after the stitches were sewn. As you can see, the top flab of skin was so stretched out and traumatized that it began to develop into another gash of its own. About a week later the gash developed into a scab with a valley in the middle which opened up into another open wound. Since this wound was already present for more than 8 hours (about 10 days), my safest option was to allow for the wound to heal from the inside out.

Yes, I do believe that I would think that there was something wrong with me. I would definitely believe that I was ill, from experience. I have a history of seizures. Seeing, but not being able to move other than the most simple of involuntary movements, that you are only aware were happening after the fact from bystanders to the event. When you can’t move, but you can still think it is terrifying. It feels like you are trapped and you don’t know when or if it ever will. So, yes, overall I do think that I would believe that I was ill. I truly can’t think of a time that I wouldn’t be able to move and not think that my lack of ability to move was a medical problem.

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?

I remember standing in the emergency room staring at the ugly neutral colored walls; the bright fluorescent lights shining down on me like a spotlight. I remember the clean sterile smell of antiseptic and the noises that surrounded me; the buzzing and beeping of the machines and monitors meant to help people, the constant stream of announcements, and people talking on the phone. I remember the hurried rush of everyone around me, the nurses and doctors and frantic family members. I remember standing there feeling completely empty, this couldn’t really be happening t, it was the most exciting time of the year for a 16 year old-or anyone in that case-it was Christmas Eve.

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 am done with my 1st round of IV Chemo! I am still feeling pretty great. Really, if I wasn't here, I would be living life like usual. They do however expect my blood counts to fall over the next week and I may develop flu-like symptoms & my immune system will be compromised. I pray I feel well enough to get out and take Gracie for a walk on those days.

I am a healer and a master dowser. One time, because of allergies, I was dowsing lists of foods to find out what was the best to eat and what to avoid. So I had charts spread out all over the place. In the middle of that, my mother called to tell me, that my Aunt Barbara was in the hospital and was completely catatonic. She had gone from living alone, paying her bills and even cleaning her own swimming pool, to completely unresponsive. They thought she'd had a stroke but the tests were negative. After seven weeks of tests she was still the same, and they didn't have a diagnosis. My mother asked me if I could. “Check in” with spirit and find out what was going on. Using my healing charts, the pendulum went to the forehead

“Come on Leroy, what is the worst thing that could happen? I mean, isn’t that the whole entire reason we took this gap year? I bet we could get some crazy footage and it would be really cool.”

This is 50 year old AAM. Patient is here with several issues. Patient reports, he had been incarserated and now he is in half way house. For past 3 weeks he haven't had any of his medications. Patient denies chest pain, SOB, N/V/ D, or fever. Patietn reports some depresive moods, deneis thoughts of sucide or homicide. Current pain

Louise Catherine Garlits was my great grandma, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 1994. I was born in 1998, and by then the illness was moving into an advanced stage. I never got the chance to meet her without the illness. By the time I was in kindergarten, my mom and I stayed in her house three days a week to help my nanny and great grandpa with her needs like bathing, feeding, and changing her. I caught onto all of her needs fast! After school I would go over to her house and assist her in any way to make her happy and comfortable.