Personal Narrative: My Role As A Nurse's Aid

at the orphanage, I was able to help build a sidewalk and a garage for

The blood pooled around and decorated the pavement. My left leg pinned in the kneeling position, as my right leg laid twisted and mangled. I yelled once, and then regained my composure. The sounds of the woman that hit me echoed through the country landscape that surrounded us, and I gazed off into the field in front of me. I remember thinking “This is how I die”. With seconds feeling like minutes, I quickly decided, “My story is not over”. I immediately fell into meditation, practicing deep breath. I followed through a list of coping skills I frequently taught at my job in a mental health hospital. I reflected on lessons of crisis intervention and therapy techniques searching for a way to fight through this tragic event. I tried not to talk to anyone, wanting to conserve my energy, but I could not help but fight the pain with sarcasm and humor. As the EMT arrived I kindly asked for morphine and surprised everyone that I was joking and smiling, despite the

Without mental health nurses, this world would be crazier! Nurses are what change the lives of many people, but mental health nurses are what change the lives of many people battling emotional disorders. I chose this career because working with people, in general, allows me to help them and make them feel better.

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.

It was very challenging to do much of anything because my body was so weak from the hit and from being on medication. I was not put on a catheter, so anytime I needed to use the restroom I had to wait for a nurse to come to my room and put a bedpan under me. It was a very uncomfortable situation because I don’t even change or use the restroom in front of my dog and now these people, who are complete strangers, are watching me while I use the restroom. My last day at the hospital was very hard. I had to go to physical therapy, where I had to hop up several steps only using my left leg and railing to help me. It may not seem like it was hard but when your body is so weak it is. When the nurses brought in the crutches for me to use I was so weak

First, I examined an occupation in the medical field— the job of an emergency room nurse. As described by the Washington State Department of Health in “Types of Hospital Units,” these nurses work in a hospital setting with separate units containing several patient rooms, electrical monitoring equipment, and various medical supplies. Emergency room nurses are responsible for caring for a variety of patients who are severely injured or in a critical condition. As expressed by Olivet Nazarene University in “A Day in the Life of an ER Nurse,” RN Ericka Harrison claims,“There is no typical day in the ER, in fact the only sure bet in ER nursing is that no two days will ever be the same.”

Typically, early morning phone calls on your birthday bring well wishes and kind words from friends and family, but that has not always been the case for my wife. Just before seven o’clock A.M. on her twenty-fourth birthday our telephone rang. It was not an old friend singing happy birthday, or our friends that we had plans with later that evening. The voice on the other end of the line was her father delivering news that would change Lisa’s life forever. Her mother was being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. She had collapsed in the kitchen while cooking their breakfast. Judy remained unresponsive for one week and the decision was made to remove life support. She passed within hours of this decision, but the impact those few days had

I am going into the field of Nursing. I have always known I wanted to pursue a field that influences people’s lives daily. One year ago, a very close friend of mine tried to attempt suicide. He had posted on social media that he was going to try to kill himself, and sent me a goodbye message. I knew I had to intervene, and used my best judgement in how to approach the situation. I was at work, so I contacted my mother and asked her to just check and make sure things were going okay, since he lived right next door. I had just finished work, and rushed home. When I got home the ambulance was already on its way. My parents told me he had locked himself in his garage, and that he was drug out. I’ll never forget the moment I saw him lying

When I was young, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I loved animals and thought it would be

My experience as convalescent home nurse and experience working as a physical therapy aide have built my knowledge base through hands on experience. My confidence in creating a healing environment where patients seeking medical attention in a physical therapy clinic has skyrocketed after my three years of working in a local community PT office. Caring for the elderly and injured has also been good for my soul. I have a need to serve my community for the communities benefit.

Going to the hospital two times was not enough for me so I ended up going to the hospital two more times and for almost the same injuries. I broke my collar bone again in the same place a year later and then a year from that I had to get stiches in the back of my head. The stiches happened because my sister’s friend decided to give me a piggy back ride. He ended up falling near a corner in the wall so his head bounced back and hit mine making me hit my head into the corner. So my mom had to French braid my hair to keep the cut together to slow down the bleeding and later got five stiches in the back of my head. In school I was always an average student and took me a lot longer to grasp concepts compared to my other friends. They would pull my into a separate class just to work on reading, also had a tutor at home for my reading and writing.

didn’t want to. There was no way I was letting my parents know what I had gotten into. He told me to stay a few days then drove me up to a nearby health clinic to be checked for my cold. At the clinic I met a lady who welcomed me to come to her home if I wanted.

When I was younger I always knew that one day I would attend college. When I was younger my parents always told me that I would attend college. Nursing was my first choice to major in, there was only one problem, (I wasn’t so sure if it was me that actually wanted to major in Nursing, or if it was my parents’ decision). When I was younger I was always very energetic and was told I had a “bubbly” personality. My friend Chanelle and I decided to have a YouTube channel. We would just do random things, and talk about our High School days, and give shout outs to people who went to High School with us. The YouTube channel was called “ The Natalie and Chanelle Show”, we got up to a million views and we passed out flyers all over the school to advertise our channel on YouTube. As I grew older I realized that I didn’t want to become a Nurse. I wanted to major in Broadcasting Journalism, and use my voice to communicate with other people.

I did not specifically apply for any location within the hospital. I feel there are many places in the hospital where a counselor-in-training can be placed. If I had to choose to three departments that I would be interested in working in would be the outpatient psychiatric department, inpatient psychiatric department, or in the cancer institute. The first two work with patients that are seeking direct support for either new symptoms of mental health condition or help with pre-existing conditions. Both locations give me the opportunity to work with mental health daily. Outpatient would give me the opportunity to work with clients that have a variety of symptoms where as the ones which would be inpatient would typically have more severe symptoms and need a more structure setting. I am also interested in working with your outpatient behavioral health team because you take an integrated approach to treatment. In addition to the integrated approach, I have interest in the workings of the TMS treatment of depression which is also something the outpatient

Attempting to communicate with spies my five-year-old sister had inadvertently lodged a tiny bead in her ear. The Fourth of July festivities were in full swing that evening. With visitors from out of town to entertain, my mother relied on me to accompany my father to take her to the nearest emergency room. Growing up as the second oldest of five girls, we seldom made visits to the emergency room. Upon our arrival at the newly renovated facility, we were in awe to find a desolate waiting room void of patients. With no bustling crowd, the receptionist gathered our completed forms and quickly led us past all the empty rooms to be seen by the doctor. As I began to detail the chronology of the bead, I noticed the doctor listening intently and nodding