Personal Narrative: My Wonderful Shift At The Brookville General Hospital

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.

During my shadowing experiences at UAB Hospital, one particular event was prominent in my decision to pursue a career in nursing. While in the emergency department, a suicidal patient, a quadriplegic who lost her limbs due to a spinal cord injury, was brought in for her second visit. This experience

A music box like sound twinkled with a bright tune throughout the hospital. Its tune was heard from the quiet and calm patient rooms, through the long white hallways, and to the comfortable hospital lobby where I stood waiting. I wonder what that sound was? Well, who cares? I’ve got other things to worry about. It was my first day of volunteering at the Fountain Valley Regional Hospital. The first tasks I was assigned were to greet, to help, and to escort visitors to their destination. My shaky hands were clasped together in an attempt to stay calm. Jeez I hope I don’t get lost while escorting a visitor.

Hello class I am Brandon Jackson I’m currently living in beautiful Jacksonville, FL but I’m originally from Detroit, MI. I started out in the workforce as an medical assistant and cna because I love to help people was mainly working in medical offices. Then one day a close family friend Randy was

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

After graduation from New York University in 2013, I decided take time off before applying to medical school. I took this time off in order to gain more experience both in healthcare and life. I felt there was stillroom for me to learn about medicine and more importantly about myself. Firstly, I found a job working in the front office of a newly opened dermatology practice, learning about the business, insurance, and paperwork that goes into running a medical practice. Wanting more exposure to medical procedures and interaction between doctor and patient, I became a medical assistant. This was one of the most valuable experiences of my gap years. I was able to gain first hand experience of the daily life of a doctor and develop my communication

Since March 2015, I volunteer weekly at Memorial Hospital West, where I assist in both patient and nursing staff needs. As a volunteer, I serve as a reception area greeter while giving out general information to visitors and answering phones. I also assist in patient discharge, answering patient call buttons, distribution of meals and water, as well as running errands for the nursing staff which include the pharmacy, lab, and cafeteria. I have also sporadically volunteered at Feeding South Florida, a hunger relief food bank. I assisted in the inspecting, sorting, and organizing of donated can goods which are then distributed to food pantries and shelters. The last two years with the assistance of my mother I have raised money towards the Leukemia

1. My life began on May 27th, 1998. I was born at Winthrop Hospital and have lived in the same house in Hicksville, New York my entire life. My little sister, Julia, was born when I was four years old and my brother, Aidan, was born when I was eight. I went to nursery and pre-school at St. Stevens and I spent Kindergarten through Eighth grade at Holy Family School. From Kindergarten until Eighth grade I was also on Holy Family’s track team. Despite this I did hate it, I only remained on the team because my dad was the coach. I did horseback riding and girl scouts up until about fifth or sixth grade. I had been interesting in art since I was very young, but I did not become serious about the passion until sixth grade. I loved drawing

At 8am the doctor came by to do another check and I was now at 5cm. I wanted to have a natural birth and to experience labor as it is. Before this visit I asked for nitrus oxide to get me through labor. The nurse came in a few minutes later and got me set up with the nitrus and it was such a relief! As long as I kept the mask intact and took long deep breaths the contractions felt mild and were bearable. My nurses name was Diane and she was fantastic. Diane wasn't like the other nurses whom I encountered. She was kind and personable and I can honestly say she made everything a little easier.

“The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.” This is a great quote that can be used to describe the reflection of life. As I sit back and reflect upon my own life, a wide variety of memories come to mind. Life comes along with high levels of success along with many mistakes and learning experiences. Ups and downs are a major part of life and it is important to have people that help you get through those times. My life story has been one that has incorporated all of these different factors and I am very grateful to that fact. With all of that being said, it is only appropriate to start from the very beginning.

It was a normal day at work. The same things I always do, paperwork, after paperwork, after paperwork, after more paperwork. Working at a hospital, I thought I would be getting elbow deep in someone’s stomach, but so far, all I do is file patient’s work, follow the doctors around doing as they tell me, and run to get coffee at everyone’s beckoning call. I have been here since six-thirty this morning, and it is now ten, and these little clogs are killing the souls that are left on my feet.

Another day went by at the Brookville general Hospital. And It felt great to be there because I learn something new every time. As usual, my shift started with the morning report. After that I headed to my assigned patient who had left hip replacement, which was my first time

Flat Line It was another 1 AM night shift at North Methodist hospital. Being a cardiac surgeon myself, night shifts can be either boring, or eventful. The dark night was stiff, with a couple check-ups here and there, but then, i got paged.

On a joyful and hopeful day in June I began my internship at Mount Sinai Medical Center. I can recall anxiously sitting in the volunteer services office and hearing Edie Shapiro saying she wants to put me in a place where I will work. I was assigned to fulfill my internship duties at Thea Patient Relations Department. The first thought that across my head was, “What is that?” My mentor at that department would be Maudline Richards. She explained to me the purpose and what my duties and responsibilities there will be. I must admit I wasn't to thrilled to be interning at the department where I had to listen to patients and there families complain. I wanted to be some where more exciting… Somewhere amount the neurosurgeons. After all, that

At the end of Year 10 I completed my work experience at the Monash Children’s Hospital. Although I mostly observed, on the first day, simply seeing a list of emergency numbers ordered from interns, registrars, residents and finally surgeons to call made me realise the long, hard road