Personal Narrative: My Experience With Dr. Sommers

I'm doing well and I had a relaxing Thanksgiving break. I hope your break was good as well.

As I exit the locker room, I strap on my black cleats and tighten my gloves. I grab my silver helmet with the lightning bolt logo, touch the sign that says “Play Like A Champion Today,” and walk into the tunnel. Finally, we hear our team’s name, and we run onto the field ready to defeat the fear of losing embedded in our minds. The opportunity arose, and whether we seized it or not, this would be my last game. We took away from that day more than just a win, or a loss. As somber as I was to let this moment go, I knew I had not let my team down. There was no anguish, no agony. These lessons from football have carried over in my journey to become a physician. I knew I wanted a career in healthcare, and football has better prepared me for that.

I am doing okay. It has been a roller coaster week, but it is okay.

Honors classes at times can be challenging. However, everyone has different perspectives on them. The difficulty of the courses usually vary by the instructor. Some teachers put a heavy load of work on their students and some give a balanced amount of work. I don't know what the teachers are like at your school but hopefully they won't be so cruel. My teachers were okay I guess.

Week three in clinical was difficult for me, I had a great experience overall but I hated seeing and holding a baby that had passed away at 21 weeks. To know what the family could possibly be going through was heartbreaking. I wouldn’t exactly know what to do if I was with the patient and her family exactly. I do know that I did place her in the room when she was admitted to triage. I do feel good about seeing the scenario play out, while being a student rather than being in the field alone. Other than that I was able to see the beginning stage of labor as well as a C-section. Everyone was so bent out of shape on making sure I eat and that I don’t faint, but it seriously wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I was too intrigued with the mother rather

During my time shadowing physicians, I have realized that physicians need to be expert listeners in order to effectively assess a patient and fully understand their problems. I observed that the more a physician actively listens to their patients, patients trust their physician and can openly express any further troubles. My upbringing has given me the ability to be an effective listener. Raised in a quasi-conservative Indian household, I learned to carefully listen to everything my elders have to say. As a physician, I will take advantage of this skill to be an active listener for my patients and be able to better implement the appropriate treatment plans.

The clinic that I am doing my clinical rotation is a small family medical office with one physician assistant and one doctor. It is located in Collier County Naples, Florida. Naples is considered as one of the richest city in Florida with a diverse ethnic group like Caucasian, African America, Asian, Latinos, Haitian, and much more. They see any patients start from 6 years old. Most of the patients who come to the clinic don’t have a medical insurance. They are self-paid. My preceptor is a professor of physician assistant at Nova University in Florida over 20 years.

Hope you're doing well? We've been crazy busy so I wanted to touch base with you on a few things.

I wanted to let you know we had Dr. Cohen call us twice yesterday unsatisfied with the way the report was read. He spoke with Dr. Rotblat who had read the report and ask him to change certain things that he wasn't happy with. But Dr. Rotblat told Dr. Cohen to call our front desk and ask them to get another radiologist to read it. I called Dr. Cohen today to get more information about the situation and know what could we do to help resolve the situation and make it better as well I apologize to him for the way the situation was handled. He explained certain words and Diagnoses in the report was incorrect and not true. So We had Dr. Panasci do an Addendum. I did follow up with Dr. Cohen office and spoke to Julie left

How have you been? Its been a long time since I emailed you. How is work and everything going on?

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.

A few months ago at a free clinic for recovering drug addicts, a 19-year old female came seeking treatment for her active heroin addiction, and reported her addiction had progressed over the previous six months, paralleling her boyfriend’s, moving quickly from use of oral opioid painkillers to intravenously injecting heroin. The day she came to clinic, make-up barely concealed an injection site on her neck, which she reported, was where her boyfriend injected her with heroin, as she did not know how to inject herself and the veins in her arms had collapsed. The addiction specialist I shadow decided to treat her in the clinic and asked her to return in one week to monitor her transition from heroin to buprenorphine. This patient struck me, as she was so young and overwhelmingly consumed by her disease. However, I was not able to follow up with her case as I began my current position at UCLA. As a shadow, the inability to follow patient’s care as much as I desired, along with knowing I did not have enough experience or knowledge to care for the patients, was incredibly scary and frustrating, although it was simultaneously

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.

I woke to a hot and sunny day. I took a hot and relaxing shower. I ate a toasted plain bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. My family and I would be going to Epworth United Methodist Church or Epworth for short. I had been going to Epworth since I was about 5 and it was a very welcoming church. My Grandma and my sister left early because Grandma had to do something. After about five minutes Mom told me to go to the car and wait for her and my little brother Mike. I waited for two minutes and they came down the steps and we got into Mom’s car. Mom started the car and fired up the cool air and we drove for about three minutes until we reached

I’m doing just fine. I’ve gotten into painting, surprisingly. Sean must have mentioned something about my drawings to Izabella Andrews, because she came and spoke to me about her teaching me art. I know you