Personal Narrative: My Work Experience At Monash Children's Hospital

By the way of introduction, I am Aleem Punja's cousin and he suggested I reach out to you to explore possible opportunities at the Children's Aid Society of Toronto.

I was at Hamad General Hospital shadowing medical professionals of different specialties to get an overall idea of what the medical career was like, I was at ED (Emergency Department) when suddenly and with no previous warning “Cardiac Arrest !,” yelled the nurse, in moments emergency specialists were standing above the 16 year old male patient head sorting out CPR, AED etc..; first shock was delivered, the second and third followed, but the teenager didn’t even blink, he lay lifelessly, few more attempts and the white blanket was pulled over him; I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had witnessed an in-hospital death for the first time; trembling and shaking, I walked out of Bay-1, with a completely new meaning of medicine.

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 caused me to tap into my ability to stay calm and reassuring during an emergent situation, and it reminded me of my father, who lost two of his limbs in a train accident. My father’s accident in itself taught me strength and courage because he, like the patient, occasionally feels forlorn, which leads to suicidal thoughts. Watching the nurses care for my father made me realize that a nurse must be perceptive and knowledgeable about their patient’s

I have worked in the healthcare field for more than 10 years. I started at the bottom and having worked my way up the clinical ladder am proud to currently lead my staff as an Emergency Department Clinical Manager. I have learned so many things along my professional journey and look forward to facing new challenges and opportunities. I pride myself in being accountable and prepared. As you can imagine, working in the emergency room, I have seen patients and staff at their best and worst, which has helped me

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

“Moral issues greet us in each morning in the newspaper, confront us in the memos on our desks, nag us from our children’s soccer fields, and bid us good night on the evening news” (Velasquez et al 2015). Let me take this time to share one of my student’s testimonies on what she experienced on her recent occupation as a Medical Assistant in a psychiatry clinic. In her short time operating as a Medical Assistant, she saw one prevailing ethical dilemma daily in the clinic she worked in. Most days she experienced an overwhelming and unexplainable joy and excitement knowing that, she was fulfilling her greatest passion in life. Not everyone has the opportunity to work in the field of their studies, but there she was functioning in the capacity,

I had just turned seven, pay parents had freshly moved into Maryland and were getting familiar to this new state. One day my parents went to go visit an old friend of theres. When we went over i played outside with my dads friends daughter's and my siblings. We were playing a game of soccer in there back yard, when suddenly I got an attack that had no warning i stopped breathing and I started to see flickering lights around my eyes. My new friends and siblings went to alert my parents of what has just occured. My parents left the humble family home and rushed me outside without asking where the nearest hospital was. They believed the nearest hospital was the Children's Hospital in Washington DC. My parents were in Laurel which is a 40min drive

As the only child of two full-time physicians, I often found myself tagging along to hospital rounds on the weekends and clinic hours during the summer months. My passion for hospital rounds was initially rooted in the fresh bagels and biscuits in the doctor 's lounge. However, as hospital budgets dwindled and fresh bagels became stale crackers and dried carrots, I increasingly found myself sitting in the far corner of patient rooms during the consultation. Sometimes we 'd be in the intensive care unit, telemetry, oncology, or even the psychiatric ward. I encountered a truly fascinating array of patients and families. I 'd always sit silently pretending to putt around on my Mom 's PalmPilot or whatever latest gadget that was on the market. But I attentively listened to every word of interaction between the patient and the doctor. I 'd often even get anxious thinking of follow-up questions for the patient that were never asked. The medical terminology was often beyond my years. And the hospital rooms were tropically moist and exhibited foul odors. But none of these details deterred me because I was so intrigued with the patients ' lives. Everything from apathetic gang members in the Western suburbs of Chicago to weirdly spunky senior citizens. This exposure to people from all walks of life each with their own unique and individual story provided me with an astonishing perspective. I was exposed to an entirely new reality of the world that many children are never subjected to.

For this week’s journal, I am going to write about previous encounters and experiences that happened to me when I worked on hospital floors and Intensive Care Units (ICU). I am going to reflect on these experiences and explain how they may shape or affected my perspective on life and my possibly my philosophy of education.

My foundation jobs and my current role as an Obstetrics and Gynaecology Junior Clinical Fellow has left me confident caring for medical and surgical patients, reviewing patients in clinic and assessing and initiating management for new admissions. I have gained experience on labour ward and have developed my operative skills in both obstetrics and gynaecology. Working in ITU gave me experience managing critically ill patients and identifying those requiring escalation. I have developed time management skills and the ability to prioritise as a result of busy on-call shifts.

My supervisor, one of the head nurses, hurriedly pulled me to the corner of the bleach white hospital room and directed me to put on gloves, an eye mask, and a face mask. I felt as if I was preparing for war as I put on all of the required gear. The sound of expensive shoes click-clacked down the hallway indicating the arrival of two doctors who rushed into the room and shouted out orders to the staff while pulling the doors to the room shut along with the curtains. Two doctors, eight nurses, an intern, and a dying patient squeezed into the already claustrophobic ten by fifteen-foot room. The machine monitoring the patient’s vital signs continued to beep incessantly as my heart rate accelerated. Throughout my internship, I had never seen a patient in critical condition until that moment. I remembered my teacher’s advice if we were ever in a situation such as this: take a few deep breaths and sit down if you feel like you’re going to pass out. In that

My first staff experience was on ViperMC around map 12. I was first accepted as Trial-Mod on practice and kitmap. It was a good experience working along side garrygiant, Spirit, and many other influential members of the staff team. I also met tons of new people who have shaped who I am today. After about 2 1/2 weeks I was promoted to Mod. While I was mod I got more opportunities to prove myself. Sadly I was demoted for drama going on around the staff team. It was a immature move and I have definitely learned from my mistake.

It was amazing getting to know you through my internship at Windy Hill Hospital Lab. I am happy that Monica, my wonderful coworker at Piedmont Atlanta, will be working under you shortly.

I have now completed one full week of my internship at St. Clair Hospital. As of now, I have completed 40 internship site hours. I did a lot of assignments over the past week. I continued to learn to rebuild laptops for hospital use, have switched hard-drives of broken laptops with those that are in good condition, taking voice messages for customer service, and learned to restart a nurse’s scanner. One my of the bigger projects that I did over the week was going through a database to determine which St. Clair computer accounts needed to be disabled. This assignment actually took a couple days to complete since there were hundreds of accounts that I had to go through. A query on the database determines if an account needed to be disabled if

Nurses and doctors were rushing, babies were crying, parents were panicking, and I was just standing in the middle of it all and observing it quietly. I 'll never forget the summer of 2014 where I shadowed various departments of a hospital and gained experiences that 'll last a lifetime. In this hospital, I had witnessed two vast extremes: life and death. Both scary in their own unique way. Witnessing such extremes allowed me to develop a new perspective about the amazing doctors and nurses who see it on a day to day basis. This newly found perspective has influenced on what career path I plan to take in the not-so-distant future.