Personal Narrative: My Trip To Doylestown Hospital: A New Perspective

My work day began the night before my shift started, as I received an email from my supervisor and was pleased to see my favorite patients on my list. Anna was scheduled first on my itinerary. She had become a quadriplegic after a serious fall down a flight of steps. Next was Mr. William, who was dying of a brain tumor. This man had the best attitude towards life, and always kept me laughing. My last patient of the day was Mrs. Patsy. She was very dear to my heart, and I had grown very close to the family, because I had been seeing her for over six months. Every time I walked into Mrs. Patsy house, she wanted an update and recent pictures of my children. It is unusual to have everyone agree on the scheduled time, but this warm summer evening was the exception. Tomorrow’s schedule was looking great and I was ready to get some rest.

My second clinical day at Mercy Defiance Hospital, progressive care unit, was overwhelming but rewarding and very educational. Through the 8 hours I was there, I learned a lot. I engaged myself in many self-directing learning practices to futher promote my professional growth. My first time interaccting with my patient,I was joined with my clinical instructor. While in the room, I got to listen to to my patients heart, lungs, and bowel sounds. I was able to see and examine the patients ostomy bag, as well as help them to the bathroom. There were ways that I can improve my professional growth, suchas,having the confidence to not second guess my self about things to do in assessments. For example, I know how to assess the lungs, I should not second guess where to listen for the sounds. One of my goals for next week dealing with professional growth would be to have the confidence to know what I have learned and use it. My second one being to go into the room with a confident attitude and believe in myself.

“No! Stop! That makes the pain worse. Have you found a doctor yet?” In the waiting room of a crowded and noisy hospital in China, the sound of English easily stood out. Shifting my eyes towards where the voices came from, I saw a young couple. She was clenching her stomach in pain and he was frantically looking around. As I approached the couple and introduced myself in English and the relief on their faces was palpable. Annie and John were on their honeymoon. The night before, Annie suddenly felt a dull pain in her stomach and began throwing up.When the pain didn’t go away, they rushed to the hospital in the morning and have been waiting for hours. All the nurses they had spoken with simply dismissed it as stomach flu. With Annie running a fever and her pain getting worse by the minute, I was worried that it might be something more serious. As I watched Annie traced how her pain shifted, from her navel to her right abdomen, it suddenly hit me that her symptoms resemble that of appendicitis. I was far from certain, but I knew she needed to see a physician right away. Unable to convince the emergency room nurses to admit Annie, I made the decision to find a physician instead. As a volunteer at the hospital, I had access to the surgical wing where I quickly track down the gastrointestinal surgeon

Kicker, a 3 year-old boy, who has never been to a doctor, never received any type of shot or poke, eaten a clean, nutrient dense diet throughout his short three years and never had anything toxic on his skin, was sitting in the cold hospital room waiting for news of a diagnosis. Nurses came in and out of the waiting room, bringing in needles, advice, paperwork and machines. All of which were intimidating to a 3 year-old and his mother, Season, who happened to be a holistic nutritionist. A nurse came into the waiting room and informed Season that an Oncologist needed to speak with her. At that moment, Season began holding her jaw tight to fight back the tears knowing that Oncologist specialized in cancer.

On 5/21/16 at approximately 2024 hours, Officer Acosta #0044 and I responded to Huntington Memorial Hospital, (HMH), for a report of a battery. The comments of the call stated, “IN ER RM #18, VIC IS 25 YO MALE ASSAULTED WED AT LA PINTO PARK BY UNK SUSP, ADV HE WAS HIT IN HEAD W/BAT AND HAS A PUNCTURE WOUND TO THE LIP. VICTIM IS EDGAR LARA DOB 10-02-90.”

My Story: Today, was an awesome, extremely busy clinical day; I absolutely loved it. I saw five total patients. The first patient that I saw was with Laura, this patient was diagnosed yesterday, 2/7, with cirrhosis of the liver and HEP C. The patient’s chart says he has a history of anxiety, however, the patient stated that his anxiety started when he was told in the ER on 1/25 that he could have cirrhosis of the liver (more information in part D and E). This patient was very interesting, and I was amazing by how much he was going through; I felt bad for him. I did vital signs and my part D and E with this patient, and built a therapeutic relationship with this individual. I completed my part D and E on my first patient, due to not knowing if other patients were going to cancel because of the snow, as well as I didn’t know what patients I could see because the NP, Tanya wasn’t in the office in the morning. At the end of the visit, the patient asked me if I would be coming back again. This made me feel good, because I knew listening and being there as support for this patient helped him. The rest of the day I followed the

Tananarative , Patient Zero I walked out of the doors and the parking lot was so quiet I couldn't hear a thing. I walked a bit further and passed cars with broken windows and flat tires and no one in sight. My stomachs began to rumble . I'm really hungry. I have to find food quick. I walked upon a convient store. The convient store had a bunch of food. I grabbed a big basket from the front and started to drop things inside . Things I'd liked , things for Mrs.Manigat and Nurse Rene and Dr. Ben . I'm pretty sure that's why no one was in the hospital with me . They went to find food. I wish we all had phones for me to be able to tell them that Ive found food. I gather all the drinks no food that I could fit inside my basket and started walking

“Hey there” John looked over his shoulder at the smiling face of his new coworker. John greeted him as hallway smiled back not wanting to talk since he had woken up at 5:00am that morning. He quickly dashed over to his office and switched on his computer. He thought about the nine years of intensive study that he had to go through. The loud ringing of his pager interrupted his thoughts. He answered a few nurses difficult questions about what medicines to prescribe what to do with a few difficult patients. He placed his phone down a little nervous wondering if he had just killed someone by prescribing the wrong medicine. He grabbed his clipboard, jacket and stethoscope and went to go meet his first patient. “Mrs. Anderson, how are

This week I found myself in the OR. Lakewood Ranch Medical Center specializes in orthopedics. Specifically hips and knee replacements. This day one hip and three knee revisions were on the list for the day that I was able to witness. The surgeries themselves were something to see but the meat of the day was the nurse I was assigned to. He demonstrated and educated me to the duties of the RN in the OR: Stocking the general supplies needed, assisting in bringing the specific tools and supplies needed for that surgery, documenting everything from orders to supplies to medications, prepping the patient physically- cleaning and draping the patient leaving the surgical site exposed, assisting in the cleanup and turnover of the surgical suite.

Thank you very much for taking time to take me to Green Mill and meet with me in person on Friday. I enjoyed getting to know Michael, Del, Katrina, and Alejandro! They are a great group of people and I think I could work very well with them.

I was born on June 26, 2002 in Albany, NY. I lived there until I was about 5, then we moved to Edinboro. For about three years of my childhood I maintained to average an emergency room trip a year. First when I was in Kindergarten my brother accidentally shut a door on my face. The edge of the door knob hit my lip and cut it in half. I started gushing blood. I was crying because that bad boy hurt and then my mom asks, “do you want some Tang”. I didn't want the Tang because my lip was gushing blood. So we went to the emergency room and I got eight stitches. My next injury happened the summer of me going into first grade. We had this croquet set, and me and my brother were pitching an exercise to each other and hitting it with the croquet mallet.

MY patient Mr. W. wheeled himself into my office for a checkup. He’d lost a leg to diabetes and was also juggling hypertension, obesity, vascular disease and elevated cholesterol. He was an amiably cranky fellow in his mid-60s who’d used heroin in the past though had been clean for decades.

“Eric Rodriguez? Doctor Gray is ready to see you,” a petite woman shouted. The assistant was dressed in fresh Tory Burch flats, so new her rubber soles were tracing black skids, leaving residue on the freshly polished floors of the doctor’s linoleum. All black scrubs, buttons popping at the seams, her effortless grin wrinkled her cheeks and forehead in excitement. She lead me down a dark hallway lit from the dim opening of a white room at the end of the hall. The door clanked and hinged until it was overhead, sending echoes throughout the office. The pungent smell of disinfectant and rubber gloves grew prominent immediately after the door latched. I smiled. Carefully scurrying through the door, I reached the step on the bed. Lying rather uncomfortably on the examination table while shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the fluorescent lights, I fidgeted nervously, my hand tremor heightened by my level of anxiety, desperately trying to ignore the gloominess of the situation. My heart beat a little faster as I sat there for a moment and took the whole scene in. I attempted to stay focused on staying warm in the

Lying in the hospital bed, scratchy sheets gathered at my torso and a needle that could be hooked up to an IV was stuck into the bend of my elbow. I was looking out the door to the hall, watching the other kids in the pediatric ward that were not bedbound dress up in colorful costumes and hold a various assortment of items, most of them carrying small baskets or pillowcases as they went to the various nurse’s stations, calling out the ever cheerful “Trick or treat!” Before moving down the hall. I could not have been much older than four, watching the kids that were roughly the same age as I, pass through the hallways with small bags of candy. My mom came to me, a small pink bunny costume in her hands. I got dressed in the outfit quickly, eager to roam about the halls in my mom’s arms, to talk with the nurses and to get little fun sized candy packages. Each nurse that I came up to greeted me as though they had known me for my whole life, and for many of them it was true. I was in and out of the hospital when I was much younger, My illness had been discovered about the time I turned two months, I had a surgery called a Kasai procedure almost immediately after. The surgery allowed my body to drain the bile my liver produces into my intestines so that the buildup of bilirubins doesn't cause liver damage.

“They found a mass in my kidney”, he told me. “And it’s most likely cancer.” Time froze. All of a sudden I couldn’t breathe, and felt tears welling up in my eyes. My chest ached, and when I finally opened my mouth to speak, my voice had gone hoarse. “Cancer?” I croaked, grasping at straws. “Is… Is this a joke?” He let out a halfhearted, broken chuckle. “No, it’s not a joke.” He continued with his story on how he felt a sharp pain in his lower back at work a week or so ago, and went into the hospital to get it checked out. I heard only bits and pieces, as the shadows creeped