Personal Narrative: I Am Mr. Lungs

I have been progressing fairly well on my learning goals for semester 1, from the beginning of semester 1 until now from learning about anatomy to physiology and to hands on techniques. I cant believe my own self that in such little time that I have learnt so much. One of the things I have learned so far is the muscles origin and insertion following the bones of the body this allowed me to apply my knowledge on hands on experience such as palpation of the bones and muscles. Another thing I learned in this semester is from physiology class learning about the cardiovascular system and blood flow this allowed me to apply my knowledge from that into my clinical assessment for taking blood pressure and vitals for a patient. Overall I think my learning

“If you look for the light you will often find it, but if you look for the dark. That is all you will ever see.”- Uncle Iroh from Avatar the Last Airbender. I am a dragon that spreads fire throughout the world, leaves scars on family, and has always tried to be stopped. What am I? I’m disease.Flowers with cards. IV’s in a tangled ball. Crayon drawings of horses. Worksheets that aren’t completed. 1st grade was to hard for them.They thought, was this normal for any normal family starting to move into a new town? Breath, sleep, awake, and repeat. MRI’s and surgeries take a toll on your health. Speak friend and enter. When a normal family like this one discovers a horrid conflict within their own family everything goes dark. The television seems

I felt hot. Unbearably hot. not only by the temperature of the air, but by the feeling of something glaring at me. Though this was obviously discomforting, I was immobile and had been such a way since I woke up. Despite my inability to move, I was fully aware of what happened and though I couldn't see it, I could most definitely hear it. Occasionally I felt something touch me, I assumed some demon had the sense to stop me from getting dehydrated, multiple times in the day I was cooled off by a wet cloth and fed water. Though, I didn't feel comfortable being touched by someone I couldn't see, but I hadn't a choice. Where are you Vanitas, matter of fact, where am I? I thought.

“I know and you're going to be ok.” I said even though I knew he wasn't going to be ok. We all knew he was going to die in a matter of a few minutes. And during those last few minutes we had with him we prayed to the lord that he would take care of the officer and watch over us during the rest of our journey ahead. I couldn't stand there looking at his dead body so we covered it with a blanket we found in a car. Next we heard more gunshots and they wouldn't stop. There were tons of cars around us getting hit with bullets and the bullets kept bouncing off.

My heart started pounding against my chest, trying to escape and find a healthy pair of lungs, because mine it seemed had been replaced with those of a six-year-old girl. My mouth grew cold and dry as if the air around me was on the brink of snow. I desperately tried to tell my brain that everything was fine and that there's no need to panic. But my brain ignored me, as it had done many times before, and ordered by organs to keep fighting the against the danger to come. My head never seems to listen to me.

As humans, we have a natural concern for the wellbeing of our peers, however we are too often powerless, either because we are too young or too poor to make a difference. However, like some of my fellow Latinos, I was given an oxygen mask in the form a citizenship to the most powerful country in the world. This mask allows me to take a deep breath and think clearly, think about my plans to overcome the poverty that I was born into. As a human, my every movement relies on oxygen, and thanks to the oxygen mask that is my American citizenship, I have met many people that have each given me their share of oxygen. These people include Victoria and Dennis Mayer, who helped me learn about the American culture, Diane Runkle and Caroline Wright, who

I had been feeling so tired for weeks I just thought it was because of my busy schedule but, all I wanted to do was sleep. I then became week and started losing weight I figured it must just be stress or the fact that I was coming down with a cold. I had the worst cough that just wouldn’t go away combined with the discomfort in my chest I thought it was time to call the doctor.

My Identity connects to my culture because it describes the way I look and the point of view I have on certain topics. My culture is the Native American tribe, Wampanoag and I am also Mexican. I have some facial features and body structures from both sides of the family like: most of my family has brown or black hair, we are taller than the average human, and our faces have an oval shape. Some topics that my family has taught me from both sides of the family is, family always sticks together and always comes first, and If you see bad things going on in the world, always try to help and do whats right. From my Dad’s side of the family, I learned tons about survival skills and on my Mom’s side I learned a lot about traditions. An example from

As we walked through what seemed like the never ending series of hallways, lit only by the fluorescent lights lining the ceiling. Asking each staff member we could find if we were going the right way and to the right room.

Sitting in the uncomfortable seat made out of polyurethane foam and breathing in the stale airplane air, the inflight safety announcement starts:

I was wearing a black t-shirt that perfectly complimented my porcelain coloured skin, and she was in the process of lighting a cigarette. I don’t condone smoking, I don’t like doing it, but my God I liked it on her. As the match swiped across the dulled beige box, the flame ignited. The bright red glow of the burning match completed how I was feeling about her, how I always feel about her. She would set me on fire, then put me out again. Slowly, she pulled the ignition to her “dart,” (that’s what she likes to call them,) and I watched as the ember consumed the end of the stick and the light danced eerily across her face. Inhale. Double inhale. Exhale. The smoked poured from her mouth like someone dropping a glass of red wine, and before it

To those who personally know me — you certainly know how difficult and complicated my *cough* love *cough* story is. It was involving a year of long distance relationship, from 2009 until 2010. Sucks, I know. Fortunately, later that year, I got a fairly good job in Bali. And on December 2010, I left Jakarta and moved to Bali. Getting pretty close to my boyfriend was a good thing. No more Skype calls. No more angry phone calls to Indosat customer service operator when my internet connection was unstable and I couldn’t make a Skype call. No long distance relationship dramas. No if-I-was-there talks (because he’s finally here, close to me!) and no more I-miss-you-see-you-soon wall-to-wall posts on Facebook (I know, I know, it sounds awful but

A really fucking long ass time ago in a place called "Kickapoo", there lived a religious family, Through and through. yay, there was a black sheep, his name was young boy named JB and he refused to step in like. He wrote a tasty jam and all the planets did align. OH THE DRAGON BALLS WERE BLAZING, AS I STEPPED INTO HIS CAGE AND SLICED HIS FUCKING COCKLES WITH MY LONG AND SHINY BLADE. NOW MY SON, GO, AND, ROCK I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling in the blanks I am fIlling

and I am not my wild hair tangled with waves and curls, and red when the day is long

I dance to transform my thoughts into actions, and now I write to express my thoughts without hesitation. It was not always this easy. As a teenager, I played soccer to make my parent’s dreams a reality. I was overjoyed I made their aspirations come true when I was chosen to be a part of the junior varsity soccer team my freshman year. Although their proud gaze upon me was soft, being benched every game for two years was rough. Even though I feared revealing the truth, I could not continue down this unhappy path anymore. At the end of the season my sophomore year, I managed to teach myself something very important— I needed to put on my oxygen mask first.