Personal Narrative: My Experience At Bellevue Hospital

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.

A patient experience that stands out as significant was the day my evening patient cancelled his or her appointment. On this day, I found a patient at the CSU. When I first approached this individual, he refused to go to the clinic. I explained to him that there is no cost for an assessment and that it is up to him to accept treatment or not. When he came in to the clinic, he looked nervous. I explained everything before starting the assessment to help him feel comfortable. After the assessment I told him about the findings. I explained to him what gingivitis is and what he can do as an individual to help bring his gums back to health. I talked to him about the consequences and the risks associated if he refused to decline treatment. He was

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

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

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

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 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.

"See? T-there is nothing to b-be afraid of," Neil assured. We were currently inside the elevator as the doors were shutting; my eyes were covered by my hands, and I was leaning against the wall for support. It had taken another ten minutes after agreeing to do it before I got myself to actually get on the thing.

I did my job shadow at St. John's Hospital. When I first got there, I was directed to a lab and in my mind that was the only lab they had there. As I found out later, that was only one of all the lab departments they have, certainly much bigger than I was expecting. Another thing that impressed me was how well organized is everything. Furthermore, the people in all the departments were very polite and welcoming. We were received by one medical technologist in each department and they showed us around, explained us how to do several tests and how to run samples in different machines. All the techs were very knowledgeable; they answered every question that I had. In general, people seemed

It is a quarter to 10 o clock when I find myself driving steadily in the pitch black darkness of night on the freeway. My father is sitting uncomfortably in the passenger seat next to me and the entirety of the situation is extremely disquieting. Every couple of minutes I shudder at the sound of his cough. Not only does it sound and look agonizing but the sudden outbursts startle me every once in a while. The ride however does not proceed without dialogue as my father periodically gives me directions. Without them I feel I would not know how navigate to our destination on my own as I am still an inexperienced driver. We are on our way to the emergency room on what would have been an otherwise stale, uneventful school night. The whole time worst

As the first day of my placement draws nearer, the nerves set in and you really do wonder if I can make it. Will I cope? Most at the time I just lost my sister to the cold of death. It was a very tough time. To be honest there is no feeling of ‘first clinical placement’ symptoms, like excitement, rather than a feeling of fears and panic and maybe even a few little heart palpitations.

I worked as an observer for 4 weeks in the departments of Internal Medicine and Cardiology. This was the first time that I worked in US healthcare setting. It was an exhilarating experience as I got a sense of what I was striving for. Fresh out of medical school, interviewing patients, following up on their labs and coming up with a differential diagnosis was very exciting as I was experiencing the practical aspect of medicine for the first time. I also attended outpatient clinic, observed Angioplasty, Pacemaker Insertion, Echocardiography, Nuclear and Exercise Stress Testing. This observership strengthened my resolve of aiming for US Residency Training.

I have now completed one full week of my internship at St. Clair Hospital. As of now, I have completed 40 internship site hours. I did a lot of assignments over the past week. I continued to learn to rebuild laptops for hospital use, have switched hard-drives of broken laptops with those that are in good condition, taking voice messages for customer service, and learned to restart a nurse’s scanner. One my of the bigger projects that I did over the week was going through a database to determine which St. Clair computer accounts needed to be disabled. This assignment actually took a couple days to complete since there were hundreds of accounts that I had to go through. A query on the database determines if an account needed to be disabled if