Personal Narrative: My Longest Surgery

At the age of six years old, I started to gain weight and I was chunkier than the rest of my schoolmates. My mother concerned took me to my Pediatrician. The doctor told my mom I was just fine, and I would grow into my weight. That was the last time I saw that doctor.

In the summer between my sophomore and junior year, I had started to feel agonizing pain in my lower back. After seeing a specialist and going over the MRI, I was diagnosed with Lumbosacral Disc Disorder with Radiculopathy. Overall, the MRI revealed lumbar degeneration and congenital abnormalities of the lumbar spine with spondylolisthesis and instability. The problem causes low back pain with left leg weakness and numbness. The congenital abnormality of my spine was there since birth which is very rare; however, I do not have the most severe case compared to other people diagnosed with the same problem.

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

"Oh, no.." I whispered as I stared in horror, picking up the poor surgeon's arm. I gulped and reached in once again, retrieving a leg this time.This was the absolute worst thing that could happen right now. We had a rough 3 hour drive and the bumps on the road must have caused the amputation.

In the middle of my freshman year I was taken out of school for two months because I needed spinal surgery for severe scoliosis. Because of my spinal deficiencies, it was very difficult for me to do everyday activities like running, carrying a backpack, sleeping, and at times even breathing became a challenge. This surgery is very delicate and took about eight hours to complete. I knew this surgery was crucial and risky, but I was not afraid to have it. In fact, I was more excited than scared to have the procedure because I was tired of being in pain and having my condition continue to worsen. I went into the surgery room brave, without any other thoughts than coming out of surgery with a positive result. My doctor put two metal rods permanently

I got surgery on my eyes, after three surgeries on them I could finally see. My parents were so relieved that I could see again so was I,I was jumping up and down because I was so happy. The doctors let me go finally but I had to wear glasses. I was always talking about Timothy about all the things we did together and how Timothy always cared for me,to my parents. So one day my mom and dad said let's get together some of Timothy's friends and family to have a funeral for him. So later that day we all went down to the market where all the African Americans were and we talked around seeing if people knew Timothy and we found a couple of friends who knew Timothy. The friends were Jared,Greg,and Chris they did not know Timothy had passed away they were upset they were close to him.

I stand awkwardly as a scrub nurse dresses me in a cap, gown, and booties in a hallway. At seventeen years old, it is a dream come true to have the opportunity to shadow an orthopedic surgeon for a day. Standing outside of the operating room, I pause to take a few deep breaths and remind myself to keep it together. I enter the room and stand behind the surgeon, wide-eyed and silently taking in the sights of the staff, the patient, and the assortment of astounding medical equipment in the room. The surgeon goes in for the first cut and opens up the patient’s right arm. In that moment, the room begins to spin slightly and a ringing overcomes my ears. Horrified, I sway over to the corner of the room and find my way to the floor. Convinced that I have completely humiliated myself, I sit there wishing for a way to disappear and escape from this embarrassment.

On the day of my grandma’s birthday i was playing on a cement wall when i decided it was time to stop playing. As I started to get off the wall my grandpa started to walk up behind me to scare me. When he did, I slipped of the wall and landed on pieces of metal and barbed wire.

My first job in the United States was working in a nursing home in Illinois. Although I have four years of medical-surgical experience from the Philippines before embarking on this journey, I felt that it was not enough to prepare me for it. I had a culture shock when I found out that the ratio of one nurse to the number of residents in a skilled unit is one nurse to 25 residents, and for those ambulatory or semi-ambulatory units the ratio is one nurse to 50 or 60 residents. For a couple of months, I had been reflecting if this is what I signed for since the work is overwhelming and being away from your friends and family can bring stress and burnout. Once I settled in and adjusted, I was focused on finding a job in a hospital. Luckily,

On the night of April 2nd, 2016, in Destin, Florida, I jumped off of a lifeguard stand and hit a sharp metal pole which tore my skin open a little above my right ankle. The way in which my foot was cut open is medically defined as a laceration. A laceration is a cut through one or more layers of skin. The laceration I suffered was definitely a cut through multiple layers of my skin. As you can see in the image on the right, a doctor repaired my wound by tying the two flaps of skin together using 5 stitches. The picture was taken 3 days after the stitches were sewn. As you can see, the top flab of skin was so stretched out and traumatized that it began to develop into another gash of its own. About a week later the gash developed into a scab with a valley in the middle which opened up into another open wound. Since this wound was already present for more than 8 hours (about 10 days), my safest option was to allow for the wound to heal from the inside out.

There was this cold, aloof air that swarmed to me in the instant as I opened a tall glass door. I breathed in with my nose and exhaled out of my mouth. This is it, it’s all going to be over in a few hours, I soothed myself. I’ve waited for this day to come for months, not exactly waited, but fought to keep myself calm for these months. Apparently, my kanye is high up in my gum, so I have to undergo a mini oral surgery to expose and bond that tooth. Through days of research, I found out the procedure; the oral surgeon will cut open the gum and put a bracket on the kanye, attach a gold chain to it another tooth. After an hour passed by, an aloof call of my name beckoned my sweaty hand to held on the door handle, and turn. The doctor was a mid-aged

Last week, around the same time, I gave a short introduction of myself. I gave a couple of random facts as well as stating the reason behind why I am taking this course and yes it is to transfer to Sacramento State. With all this education and work and countless hours of studying and my stress level slowly but surely rising, I don’t want to end up with a job, but a career. My dream career, one that I won’t hate to wake up to every morning, something I am passionate about and every day I go and work is all because of interest and passion. The career I speak of is to be a Critical Care Surgeon.

I have a bit of a situation. I found out at the end of July I need abdominal surgery for an extremely large hernia. unfortunately it has taken my doctor this long to get it approved thru my insurance but they finally have and have scheduled the surgery for 10/10/2016. I just looked at the calendar and that's the week of midterms. Is there any possible way for me to take the midterm early? Here's the thing, if that is going to be an issue at all, I will reschedule because getting my degree is that important to me. Yes I need this surgery, but I didn't think I'd ever get a second chance to finish school when we had to move here. However, I did get another chance to finish my degree and when insurance was fighting to approve this surgery I thought

I hope all is going well with you, and that you had a Happy New Year! I'm glad that the surgery is nothing too serious!

My friend and I were hanging out in her garage, we were making something for her dad. Then out of nowhere, she said “you should get your ears pierced”. So I said ok, I called my brother to come pick us up so about twenty minutes later he showed up. I started to think about me getting my ears pierced so we went out to Ricke Hogamen’s place and drove down his riding trails and there was a big drop off for dirt bikes and four-wheelers.