Personal Narrative: My First Semester Of High School

When he came into the examination room he was different, I had his medication record and a record of his vital signs and blood glucose checks but had not looked at them. He started to talk before I had a chance, he told me that when he left from the previous visit that he went back to his room and prayed the entire night. He said that God told him that he needed to start following his treatment plan. I than looked at his records and saw that he had been taking all of his medications and that blood pressure and blood glucose numbers were decreasing. I could not believe it, I just looked at him dumbfounded. The patient told me he felt great and that I needed to keep continue what I was doing because I really did make a difference and had changed his life. I must have looked so silly because I was crying and smiling at the same time. He said that he just could not believe that someone cared that much about what happened to him. I continued to see that patient for several more months, and he would tell me how he had started to repair all of the relationships in his life through understanding, forgiveness and god.

For the past day and a half of (January 4 to January mid of the 5th) I kept having to rush to the restroom. My mouth was very very dry and I kept feeling like I had to keep drinking a whole bunch of water. Later that day (The 5th) my mom took me to the doctor. After explaining the problems I had been having the doctor told me that I need to be taken to an endocrinologist in Des Moines because there is no endocrinologists in Carroll and that I had Diabetes. I remember being very worried and confused. I didn’t know what it was at the time and I never even heard about it before then. Next thing I remember was that I was in an ambulance going to Des Moines.

Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.

On March 21th 2017 I had went to the hospital for very bad stomach pains that has been happening for 2 years now. No doctor have figured out what was wrong with me. So that day when I got to the hospital they did a whole lot of testing on me. They had kept me overnight to do more testing the next day. So on March 22nd 2017, They had found out from the testing that my intestines were twisted and needed surgery. On March 24th 2017 I had my very first surgery. I was so scared since it was my first surgery and of course my first one had to be an emergency surgery. When the doctors came in to tell me to say goodbyes because I was about to go back, my heart just started to race because I was scared that something was gonna happen to me and I

It was the day of the surgery, I was so nervous that I could have passed out at any moment from my anxiety. I felt sicker then I had in years, I would have thrown up if I had had any food to eat in the past twenty-four hours. When me and my family got to the hospital my anxiety went up another level and I was practically shaking, the smell of all the chemicals they use wasn’t helping my nausea any either. When I was in the room getting ready for surgery I was overwhelmed with what was about to happen so I ended up confiding in my mom that

I did not know if I had a serious problem that would require surgery, or that I was okay and nothing too serious was wrong with me. As I sat in the examination room, I began to panic. I was terrified to know what the doctor would say or do to me. My fears were confirmed when he entered the room and he gave me a worrying look. He said that a x-ray was needed to see exactly what issue I was having, but he already knew what was wrong with me. After I had the x-ray taken, he came back to my examination room and said “I’m sorry, you have Kyphosis and will need

All the sudden my face turn pale, my hand numb, and my legs would not stop tingling. When the doctor was telling me what the tumor was and how the surgery and I gave the doctor “do-I-know-you-look”. When they started to get the needles out I just wanted to run out of the room.The only reason why I was getting

When we finally got there the mom that drove us there dropped us off at the emergency center and left because she had to go to work. While we were in the waiting room I was trying to convince my mother to get us a taxi and leave because I didn’t want to have stitches. She wasn’t going to let me go home though. After about five minutes go by and a doctor came out and called us into a room that she made sure I had to get stitches. It was a short girl that couldn’t speak greek very well with black hair and dark skin. She said I would have to have three to four stitches. After she left to get the doctor who was actually going to give me the stitches I got scared and I had goosebumps all over my arms. The doctor came in five to ten minutes later and he asked me and my mother a bunch of questions before he started the surgery. After that he warned my mom that she might get dizzy watching the surgery. When he started the surgery he put a blue plastic on top of me, gave me an anesthetic pill, and gave me the

I loved learning about the human body so much, that a about three months later, I went to Human Resources and asked if I could go into the Emergency Room. All I did was walk in right after school (which at the time was around 2:30 that I would get to Valley) with a smile, asked the secretary if I can talk to the one in charge of us volunteers, and asked permission if I could start volunteering at the Emergency Room. Lesley (the one in charge of the volunteers) said “absolutely.” She told her secretary that she was leaving for a few minutes and she brought me along. She took me though the radiology department to get into the emergency department. They showed me what to know and what to do. Then, she left minutes later. I was frozen and just watched what the nurses were doing. It was as if I stepped into a different world. A technician named Martha introduced herself to me. She helped me whenever I could not find something or if I was

She walked over to my to my left side and searched my fore arm for a good vein to start the IV. Since she could not find a very good one on my left arm, she moved to my right side. She found one right away. Then she cut off the blood flow by putting a rubber band tightly around my upper arm. As she was getting my arm sterile, she looked at me and asked if I was nervous. 'Yes, very much. How'd you know?,' I asked. She giggled as she said, "Because your heart rate has gone up quite a bit." I tried to calm myself down at that point. I had forgotten I was hooked up to numerous machines and they could monitor my every move. As I began to look away, not wanted to watch the needle go into the surface of my hand, I heard my mom say, "Would you like me to hold you hand?" 'NO, I'll be fine." I responded. Only then did I realize how much she knew the extent of my fear. "Okay this will only hurt a little bit, then you may feel the coldness of the fluids go up through your arm." The nurse informed me. I looked away, looking at anything but my hand. Before I knew it, it was over. At first I did not feel the fluid go up my arm, but about 10 minutes after the nurse left, I did. My mom just all of a sudden felt cold, and it felt so odd because it was inside my arm, in my vein. Once my IV was in and the fluid bag was hung by my bedside, my mom and I were once again alone. Somewhere in our conversation about what would happen post surgery I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I then realized I probably should have went before they put the IV in. Pushing the button they had given me if i needed anything, I could hear my mom trying not to laugh. About four nurses came rushing in. I suddenly felt bad. They all rushed over to me asking what I needed, if I was okay. When i told them I only needed to use the restroom, then began to unhook me from everything. One nurse carried the bag from the IV across the hall to the bathroom while I

During my clinical experience today, it was filled with knowledge and a bit of sadness. This morning I got paired with Nurse Rachel, she was ready to go about her day and so was I, when we do rounds with the previous nurse we both notices a patient crying and very upset to the room across from us. As we enter the room to see what was going on she told us to go away. The nurse that was there that night told us she was very demanding and cried for everything. Rachel told me after she gets the report from the previous nurse, we would go in that room first. As we enter the room once again Rachel introduced herself and as did I, the patient say she was in extreme pain and no one had given her medication. As the day when I researched her history

When we got there we looked at the hours it was 10 am - 10 pm. It was about 8:00 then so we drove to a different one wasn't open either. Then finally we find one. It was very small and old there only was a couple of people there. We checked in and wrote down what was wrong. A very short time later the nurse came back to help us into the room. The room was a tan color with bits of bright orange. Me and the nurse went back into the x-ray room. I got put in this baby blue colored vest so the could do the x ray. The nurse went into another room and on the computer. Everytime she would tell me to lift my finger up to change the position i could feel a sharp pain. I was very scared i was by myself no mom or dad with me. After that, The nurse said i was done and said can you find your way back? I said yes. I walk down this large hallway and there is two ways i could go left or right so i went right then i found a room that looks like the one i was in but it wasn't so then i went back where i was and went left and finally i found my mom and dad. The nurse came back to put my hand in this bright red and orange liquid and let it sit for a couple of minutes to let all of the germs be killed. Then she carefully took it out and wrapped gauze around it. She said i need to wrap it every day for a couple weeks. Right when we were about to leave i feel very nauseous like i am going to faint but it passed and i felt

Laying in the hospital bed, the Doctor explained everything. The cramping was a swollen appendix, if not removed it’d explode! Afterwards I just stayed up watching Mean-Girls multiple times. As they rolled me into the operating room I remember clearly a surgeon had Charlie Brown scrubs on. As I was given anesthetic I started falling asleep. Waking up was uncomfortable, looking at my left arm, my iv tube broken, and the metal part was still in my arm, blood everywhere. I wasn’t hesitant to change it. Eating was only through a tube for the past two days, I was just eager to get some

I had to be there at 5am for my surgery. I got there and checked in and waited for what seemed like eternity and they got all my information and then I finally got to go back to the room to sit and wait. I had to change in to a gown and they took my vitals and got me hooked up to an I.V. They got me hooked up and made me go pee. I had to wait for a couple of hours until it was time to go to the back. The nurses brought a wheelchair and I had to ride in it. I got back to the room where I was going to have my surgery. They laid me on the bed and gave me some medicine through my I.V. That is the last thing I

They took me to the X-Ray room and did some tests on my arm and then put me back in the other room. The doctor came back with the results at least 15 minutes later and said I need surgery. I had to have the surgery the next day because there wasn’t enough doctors available on Sunday. The nurse put me in a wet and cold plastic cast with a sling in case I moved my arm and caused more damage. After a while they took me upstairs to another room to spend the night in. The first room I went in there was a kid snoring loud my dad took a peek and asked the nurse if we could move to another room. The second room I went in was quiet and nobody else was in the room. I went to the bathroom real quick after that long grueling waiting period. After that