Personal Narrative: My First Simulation

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

I was born on April 30th, 1981, in the small city of El Progreso, Honduras. Honduras is a country located in Central America. I regret that I don’t have many memories of my childhood, but I do have one fond memory. I remember my next-door neighbor would grow chickens. He had an incubator that he used to hatch baby chickens and I would play with them. I believe I had a good childhood growing up in Honduras, however, everything changed at the age of five. At the age of five I began having complications with my breathing and after a while my mother decided to take me to the hospital. The doctor’s discovered that I had a benign tumor between my lungs. My mother often tells me the memories of the events that transpired next: visiting hospitals in El Salvador, buying medicine from “herbal doctors,” and

The week one Gamescape Simulation was very helpful to me. I wont lie, I was feeling somewhat overwhelmed as to how to approach each ressource provided by the University. I am very glad that we will have these simuations every week. Each resource was explained to me very clearly, but to me the most valuable one would definitely be the University's library. The library will provide me with peer reviewed articles. These articles are written by scholars,and by other respected proffessors. In turn, it will facilitate my academic growth in the University of Phoenix.

My older brother used to tell me about all the fun simulations that he got to do when he was in challenge. I was very envious because I had never done a simulation. So, when my 3rd grade teacher announced that our class was going to take part in a simulation, I was very excited. We had started learning about how in the olden days, native Americans didn’t use dollar bills to pay for things. They traded things like food, weapons, and clothing for things they needed.

The cheer of the crowd and the laughter of the kids in the air were the only things reminding me that it was just a game. Eight and a half innings, seven pitching changes by both teams, twenty-seven runs scored in all, and we were still losing. The sweat came dripping off my nose and forehead like melting ice. My eyes stung, and I could barely keep them open due to the bright rays of the sun beating down on the dirt and grass, the baseball diamond seemingly larger than it had been eight and a half innings ago. My coach’s whisper rang through my ears. “Only if you think you can,” he said so softly that I had to almost lean in to hear what he said. I was on third base, with the winner of the game was being decided by one out. We had made

My role in the simulation activity was a homeless male with a 8 year old son. I felt overwhelmed being homeless. I had nothing to work with no money, no bus passes. I ended up asking others around me for help. Thankfully, I found a retired gentle man who gave me his last $10, which I was able to use to purchase bus passes. The good thing was my child could go to school, eat breakfast, and lunch. I learned that others are why more resourceful than I am. Others were stealing and they were able to get ahead. I tried to do things the “right” way and I was still in the same place when the stimulation ended.

The problem with this scenario is that I am engaged in too many activities, where the responsibilities lay solely upon me. I must seek a solution to the issues I face where my life isn’t so stressful to the point of affecting my health. I have recognized and noted the circumstances in my life that require evaluation. I wasn’t sure how I would overcome this dilemma, but an author once said “I firmly believe that our own minds are the greatest tool we have to achieve anything we want.”

Scenarios were a bit disjointed due to joining a group for recorded patrol and live stream. I will try my best to summarize the events that took places. They are not attached to any story.

Sabina Vasquez is a five year old Hispanic female with breathing problems and a history of asthma. The pre-simulation quiz prepared me for the situation by addressing what the nurse should focus on from the health history, early signs of respiratory distress (restlessness and tachypnea), and the best position to place the patient in to promote optimal respiratory function. I had to repeat this simulation one more time after the initial try because I forgot to assess the peak flow after the nebulized albueterol treatment. The post quiz helped me focus on the importance of educating the patient and family. Most of the questions were about self care and ways to realize effective teaching.

Gravity beared down on me cripplingly as the weight of the revolver numbed my coarse hands. Lips chapped, mouth agape, and eyes sweeping, I tensed the trigger gazing in anguish as the deafening crack resounded throughout the expanse. Fluid sputtering on my face; the foreboding taste of blood clinched my tongue. Confusion at the torrential flow of blood, shock, anger, disbelief, and finally a ghastly sense of fear; a stammering wheeze was uttered from the disfigured man’s lips as he plummeted onto the harsh asphalt – ‘perpetuus tantibus’. Liquid spilling out from his throat, I gathered my emotions quickly as I absconded in fear. Sirens resonating in the distance, I sought asylum in a decrepit household. Panel by panel, I sandwiched my fingers between the clefts heaving away at the eroded nails that held the sheets in place, thwarting the entrance. Splinters probing away at my fingers, and dust blistering my vision; a sensation of solace arose with the swift snap of the panels. Escorted with my rusty lighter, I entered the derelict.

Squeak! My shoes slide across the floor I’m going to do it this time was determined. I passed defenders left and right. I’m going to do it this time I will score.I arrived early that day in order to get in extra practice. I knew this was a crucial game. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My palms sweated and my heart was racing. I was ready.

I felt nervous when the speaker walking into the classroom. Although a couple of my classmates and I had some role play practice before the actual simulation, it was a different experience from what I expected. I felt there was a lack of flow in my interaction although I had tried a few open ended questions. On one hand, I wanted to get more information from her; on the other hand, I was worried about if I was using the right question without making her feel she was being judged or offended. I also realized how important making a good rapport is.

Beep!, Beep!, Beep! I opened my eyes and saw my brother putting something in his backpack, I asked him what time it was and he said “Six forty eight”, I thought he was just trying to scare me, so I walked into my kitchen and looked at the clock, it was Six fifty one! I ran back into my room and got dressed, I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and left.

I feel that the Simulation correlated directly with my education by not only giving me a better understanding of one of the basic day-to-day operations in most general health fields but it also furthered my passion for my career as an Athletic Trainer. In most classes that we have had this year, we have learned out of the book but by taking a more hands-on approach like we did with the Simulation I seem to gain a better understanding of dealing with patients and taking vitals. Between having a job at Cary Medical Center and partaking in more hands-on classes like that one, my knowledge and understanding of the field is going to exceed any and all expectations that have been set for me and by