Personal Narrative: I At Smith's Hospital

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

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Hospitals for me as a young child were quite terrifying. I attribute this fear to witnessing young and old alike being on life supporting machines, while their loved ones’ countenance showed fear and trepidation. Regardless of this fear, I spent majority of my childhood in and out of the doctor’s office and emergency rooms because of routine visits and unforeseen injuries due to an active life. My pediatric physician, Dr. James Mitchell, became a permanent fixture in my life. Dr. Mitchell genuinely cared about me and what was going on with the numerous conditions and injuries that I frequented his office with; such as: asthma and chronic bronchitis, the influenza virus and streptococcal pharyngitis – which I contracted within days of each other, cases of gastroenteritis, a busted tongue and knee, dislocated joints, fractured bones, and a torn cartilage.

This week I found myself in the OR. Lakewood Ranch Medical Center specializes in orthopedics. Specifically hips and knee replacements. This day one hip and three knee revisions were on the list for the day that I was able to witness. The surgeries themselves were something to see but the meat of the day was the nurse I was assigned to. He demonstrated and educated me to the duties of the RN in the OR: Stocking the general supplies needed, assisting in bringing the specific tools and supplies needed for that surgery, documenting everything from orders to supplies to medications, prepping the patient physically- cleaning and draping the patient leaving the surgical site exposed, assisting in the cleanup and turnover of the surgical suite.

It was another day going to Doylestown Hospital. I walked into the gastroenterologist’s waiting room with my mother. It was like any other waiting room, cramped with tired patients, uncomfortable seats, and tattered old Reader’s Digest magazines that just appeared to be there to take up space since no one ever seemed to read them. After a while a friendly looking nurse brought me back the gastroenterologist’s office. I sat in my seat anxiously waiting to see my doctor and hear the results of my liver biopsy, hoping the results would be better than the ones from my upper endoscopy. He then entered the room and took a seat in front of me at his desk, wearing the usual friendly yet at the same time impersonal look on his features.

I was walking down the halls of The Children’s Hospital of Pennsylvania after an appointment. Every hall had a different theme, the point being to attract the little kids, but one, in particular, had caught my eye. The waves and fish on the walls lead me to a window that glassed a room full of kids. I saw doctors with them, but they looked as if they were just playing with the kids, doing everyday things. A passing doctor caught my stare and approached me, and being at least 12 at the time, I blurted, “what is this?” The doctor went on to tell me that I was watching Occupational Therapy. He explained that not everyone can do the things I do every day, and it was the therapist’s job to help them. Being 12 at the time, I was naive to the fact

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.

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.

I am most familiar with the Urgent Medical Center. In my opinion, it is very well-structured place with a diverse staffing. It was always a pleasant environment when I had to visit the center for an illness. The center has at least two physicians and nurses on-site at all time. Also, there are several medical assistants to help provide quality of care as patient wait to be seen by a physician. This organization promotes health and wellness services to all patients. Theirs mission is to provide an affordable, quality healthcare with respect and compassion to all patients. The urgent medical center mainly focuses on treating common illness and non-life-threatening injuries. One thing that they do not have on-site is an equipment for diagnostic,

I had just turned seven, pay parents had freshly moved into Maryland and were getting familiar to this new state. One day my parents went to go visit an old friend of theres. When we went over i played outside with my dads friends daughter's and my siblings. We were playing a game of soccer in there back yard, when suddenly I got an attack that had no warning i stopped breathing and I started to see flickering lights around my eyes. My new friends and siblings went to alert my parents of what has just occured. My parents left the humble family home and rushed me outside without asking where the nearest hospital was. They believed the nearest hospital was the Children's Hospital in Washington DC. My parents were in Laurel which is a 40min drive

My wrists burned terribly and the stinging pain seemed to rivet through my entire body. I didn't mind it though,it gave me a sense of being alive, a sense of that somewhere in the midst of this all, I'm still human and even thought I feel dead, I know I'm not.

my broken spirit. Dr. Leigh somehow sensed this and got to work right away to foster a friendship, a partnership that would give me strength in mind and body to endure the process of total healing.

When individuals think of dead people, images of loved ones might scroll through their brain or perhaps they are reminded of the infamous quote, “I see dead people” from the movie, The Sixth Sense. However, for me, the two words evoke a momentous memory in which I inspected cadavers. I was a teenager at the time, attending a summer medical program and it seemed as if I had entered the gates of heaven or simply put, the gates of Georgetown University. I had always wanted to pursue a career in medicine, and this was evident in second grade when I dressed up as a doctor for career day. It was sensational strutting around in my immaculate, white lab coat and using my Fisher Price stethoscope to “hear” the other students’ heartbeats. I felt the

I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was one o'clock around my lunch period, but I needed to go the nurse’s office because I discover something and I wanted to know what was it. Sitting in the medical office while she examines me, she begins to tell me what was going on with me. I felt my chest tighten like I couldn’t breathe and I wanted to cry in front of her, but I didn’t want to show her. I waited for her to leave the room, I cried myself. Heading to my math class feeling ashamed and embarrassed, I wanted to crawl under a rock so nobody can see me or ask me a question, but all my thoughts stopped when I walked inside the classroom sitting at my desk. Being in class with a bunch of boys was hard, you had to be strong and not show