Personal Narrative: My Diagnosis Of Fibromyalgia

I had such a great day at clinical yesterday. I was finally able to see a vaginal delivery and that entire process. When I arrived in the morning, the mom had just received Cytotec, to help induce labor and ripen her cervix. She was forty-one weeks and zero. Around ten thirty in the morning, she asked for her epidural to manage her pain. We bolused her with fifteen hundred milliliters of lactated ringers to prevent hypotension. Shane was the certified registered nurse anesthesiologist (CRNA) who administered the epidural. It was very cool watching him administer all the needed pain relief medication before he administered the epidural to make sure that it would be placed in the epidural space in the spine. Then administered a small test dose, waited till a few blood pressures were taken, then administered the remaining about through an epidural pump. After the epidural was administered, I was able to administer her foley catheter. I was so happy that I was finally able to place one. I learned a few tricks from Maura (my nurse) as well. She taught me that it was easier to take the top off of the lubricant syringe and to place the tip of the foley inside of the syringe, that way it will not wiggle around and become unsterile. She also taught me to grab from the bottom of the labia and pull up, that way it ensures that I will have a clear entrance to

This feeling was unusual because as a youngster, I spent most of my childhood going on acting auditions and

Summer of 2016, I was diagnosed with grade 1 spondylolisthesis, or also commonly known as “spondy”. This is a chronic spinal disorder caused by forward slippage of my L4 vertebrae. At my age, this poses a lot of problem for me both in my daily life and my sports performance by giving me constant lower back pain. Since I’m naturally athletic and also very passionate in soccer and fitness, my inability to train consistently and with variety have given me a lot of physical distress and mental anxiety. Through my months of rehabilitation and physical therapy, my commitment level in getting better has given me the strength to persevere through this never-ending battle.

My clinical experience today has been a completely different, from any others. Today, Ashley my preceptor was scheduled as the charge nurse. I was surprised by the differences between a floor nurse and a charge nurse with their different responsibility each of them possessed. My first thoughts of a charge nurse were to merely fill in the cracks in the floor, to assist other nurses maintain their patient loads and to cover breaks and lunches, all the same, that is not always the case. This clinical experience has supplied me with a whole new aspect, as well as, a great deal of esteem for the charge nurse. In addition, to the previous mention responsibilities of a charge nurse, in

Receiving my diagnostic test back was a big shock to me. I knew that the scores were not going to be good, but I did not expect for my grade to be so low. When I got to see how poorly I did on my essay I felt discouraged. Discourage on becoming a better writer and even attending college in general. Throughout high school all my teachers would say my writing needed to be improved, especially on the grammar but when I would ask for help they gave me the same suggested advice: “Revise your work before submitting.” Only one teacher throughout my four years in high school told me differently, his advice was to read more and that will help me on my writing. That corresponds with the very first reading we did in class “Reading to Write” by Stephen King as he states, “If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: Read a lot and write a lot.” (178) This gave me hope on how to improve my writing skills little by little.

Today was the second day of my 6-week placement at Ward 3A-Logan Hospital, I have originally been paired with a demand casual pool RN, however, the said RN is not confident enough to handle me as her student nurse at the time. After the scrum at 7am, and the handover on the 4-bed bay + sides, I politely ask her if I could take one patient as it was one of the instructions of my CF during the orientation on day 1, but I was answered with “I’m not really familiar with the area and I’m from the demand casual pool...” Having sighted my CF at the corridors, I excused myself from the RN and discussed the matter to my CF, and she allowed me to be buddied with a very good EN, informing me that “she is an EN” before letting me to the bay and introducing me to my new buddy EN.

Images flashed in black and white across my eyes. I gazed in complete and utter silence with my mouth cracked open. My vision clouded as pools of tears swelled in my eyes like miniature water balloons. I furrowed my eyebrows and shut my eyes briefly as a small stream of salty water traveled down my freckled cheek and onto my paper. I was in my college history class watching a film focusing on the concentration camps during the holocaust. Skeletons of people, smoke stacks wheezing death in the air, and the look of despair ran rampant throughout the camps. It was in these solemn moments of watching the video that I was rocked to my core and heart was touched; I realized that I was going to become a missionary doctor.

I know all the pain you're dealing with. I know how difficult it makes everyday life. I was also a victim of Fibromyalgia.

I'm still feeling the same the Cardiology lower the dose on my new medication that I start last month to see if that works and he referral me to a Chiropractor for my lower back pain and I get lucky that I see the specialist yesterday and the Chripractor Dr told me that I have a bad inflamation on my lower back area left side so I will have to take some therapys for

My struggle was when I hurt my wrist when I was 12. I was playing basketball at Spiece Fieldhouse for my SportOne team. We were playing a pool play game for a tournament on a Saturday and the tournament was on Sunday. I sprained my wrist falling on the floor.

Because of my experience with depression, and the incredible positive impact made by both my mother and a guidance counselor at school, I decided to follow my curiosity and major in psychology. As someone that has looked into the jaws of darkness and almost been swallowed, I feel that I need to do something with my life that helps others. I feel that anyone who has been hurt has a deep connection with those that are hurting, particularly as it relates to mental illness. Every time I even think about going into a non-helping career I feel a sharp jab of guilt in my gut. I simply can’t be out just for myself, because if everyone else was, I would never have recovered. I hope that at some point in my life I’ll be able to help someone the way I

Two days after that, I woke up immobilized. All of my joints were on fire. I could barely open my jaw to call for help. I needed to be lifted out of bed and every step I took after that was agony. It did not subside.

As I read this article I felt a deep sadness. I immediately thought of my mother that deals with chronic neck pain. I felt like that article was talking about her. When the author described how medication only provided temporary relief it stuck a chord with me. I remember how my mother would resort to painkillers and muscles relaxers to deal with the pain. However, she stopped after a short while because the side effects of the medication were just as bad as the pain. Some muscle relaxers would make her super drowsy that she couldn’t get or done, or make her super dizzy. I remember her telling me how trapped she felt. I also remember how she tried not to burden my family so she would try to keep her battle to herself. As I read I felt the pain of people with chronic pain because I’ve seen how much it can affect someone’s life. It would be devastating for someone to lose a sense of what it means to feel normal. It also motivated me because one day I might be able to help people that deal with this. If I can help manage pain I can really help change lives. Part of me was very saddened as I read this, but another part of me was moved to be the best PT that I can

I've been in a mental battle with anxiety and depression most of my life, starting in my mid teens and kind of snow balling through my twenties. It got to a point where I had a very cynical world view, and my mind constantly raced about all the things I was afraid of or felt were wrong.