Personal Narrative: My Second Clinical Day At Mercy Defiance Hospital

Day four of clinicals was really long. The first patient was scheduled from 8 until 1, he was getting fitted for 4 crowns and an implant crown. When the patient came in he had a horrible odor and looked like he hasn’t taken care of himself in months. I seated him down and the dental assistant just glanced at his teeth and looked at me strangely and whispered come here and look. I look in this old man’s mouth and saw nothing but a brown layer of plaque and calculus build up and it disgusted me. How could someone not take care of their selves? Anyways, we ended up sending him to the hygienist's room next to us and they cleaned his teeth extra good. He came back into the room and Dr. Williams came in and quickly did a check up on his teeth and

My first clinical rotation was at Wasatch physical therapy, an outpatient clinic. At first, it was a little difficult to get used to seeing the higher volume of patients. It was also difficult to get used to all the different names for various exercises that different therapists had. For example “Ball belt,” Which seemed like it could mean just about anything. I got the hang of things and became pretty comfortable by the end. It was a really positive environment. Time seemed to go by quickly since I was always busy with patients and documentations. Eventually, I got to the point where I was given a bit of freedom and was able to handle around 50% of a caseload independently. I treated knees, shoulders, ankles, wrists, and spines. However, I also got to treat a cardiac patient and got to observe one torticollis and a few pelvic floor patients.

In the healthcare field, we are learning every day, and this makes us better equipped to serve our patients. I want to be able to grow in this facility and continue learning every day, and that is done through hard work and dedication. I’m a great team player and I want to be able to grow and help others grow as well. There is always room for me to grow as a person and I know I can do that by working together with others around me. During my clinical rotations at Texas Childern’s, I had the great privilege of working in a few different areas.

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

My second clinic rotation is internal medicine and I’ve had many encounters, both with patients and colleagues, which have made me pause and reflect. One of those encounters, in particular, will still be on my mind long after I finish typing this reflective journal. The patient at the center of it all is a lady I’ll refer to from here on as “Mrs. Flowers.” Mrs. Flowers is an 81 year old female with dementia and diabetes. She arrived on our unit with a diabetic foot infection that had progressed from a simple toe ulcer to wet gangrene. Over the last 2-3 months, gangrenous changes encompassed the distal half of her left foot. During pre-rounds, our medical team unanimously agreed that we would contact surgery for a consult. At time, it was obvious

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

A unique experience that I had at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital was that we also covered labor and delivery and the mother-baby unit. Most of our programming and interventions on these units involved bereavement and grief support, sibling education/support, and memory/legacy making. From my coursework and volunteer experiences at the University of Charleston, South Carolina, I had a solid foundational background with grief and bereavement through our child life courses, our death and dying course, our experiences with Shannon’s Hope, and our experiences with Rainbows. A family is forever changed when there is a loss of a family member, specifically a child (Pearson, 2005). A parents reaction to the death of a child greatly differs

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.

Everyday in this facility is a day filled with learning experiences. I feel like I’m getting confident with my skills and how I communicate with my nurses, clients as well as their family members.

It was another day going to Doylestown Hospital. I walked into the gastroenterologist’s waiting room with my mother. It was like any other waiting room, cramped with tired patients, uncomfortable seats, and tattered old Reader’s Digest magazines that just appeared to be there to take up space since no one ever seemed to read them. After a while a friendly looking nurse brought me back the gastroenterologist’s office. I sat in my seat anxiously waiting to see my doctor and hear the results of my liver biopsy, hoping the results would be better than the ones from my upper endoscopy. He then entered the room and took a seat in front of me at his desk, wearing the usual friendly yet at the same time impersonal look on his features.

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

Imagine there are four children with their own fully functioning hospital where we nursed the ill back to health. Some may question why I, an eight-year-old, was one of those four children who maintained a hospital. The thing is, it wasn’t just any hospital, it was a “Roly Poly Hospital” that my friends and I felt was necessary to create to save their lives. From a young age, I always enjoyed studying life and that’s how this little hospital started. It sounds a bit odd, but I promise my intentions were pure. I just wanted to help animals and this was my way. Looking back, I definitely wasn’t doing any good for those poor bugs, but I was certainly enjoying learning about their basic functions. This was probably my first and fondest memory of

I was at Beloit Memorial Hospital on September 17th 2012 giving birth. I was in a lot of pain and the nurses had the anesthesiologist paged to relieve my pain. The staff from anesthesiologist office never showed up. I suffered through many hours of hard labor with no relief from my pain. I feel very frustrated with the Beloit Memorial Hospital on the way I was treated.

Looking back to the first day of clinical to the last day I have changed a lot during this time. During the whole clinical experience I had to use a lot of the growth mindset in-order to get fully through the whole process. My clinical teacher and I didn’t quite have the same opinion on certain things. While we did struggle through are different mindsets, it was a great learning experience. I will have people I work with that I don’t always agree with and I will have to find a way to compromise with them. This was something we talked about with each other and worked through. So, Im grateful in that aspect in learning how to deal with those situations. I also changed in that I’m more confident in giving my lessons to my students, along with I tried to not be as scared in-front of them.

I became trapped inside of the walls of Metro Health Hospital; there was no way out and no one to save me. On August 3, 2016, my boyfriend, Brady, was involved in a terrible car accident on Route 30. Brady was pinned inside of his truck under the weight of a larger truck and horse trailer. After he was freed from his truck, Brady was transported to Cleveland Metro Health Trauma Center by helicopter. My worst nightmare came to life that night in the West side of Cleveland because I had to watch my best friend fight for his life. The battle isn't over yet, but he has come a long way. Even though Metro Health Hospital had been the site of tragedy and despair, it has fortified my strength and my faith.