Personal Narrative: Non Ventilated Patients

Well I got my Cpap machine yesterday and I was really excited to have a great nights sleep. I guess it's going to take some getting used to because I don't feel much different. The pressure setting that they have me on is pretty high and it changes throughout the night and that wakes me up. I am really hoping that I can get used to this thing soon.

Yesterday, during clinical we got assigned a new resident, which I thought was great because I felt that we were all ready for an extra person. Having assigned our new resident, we looked over what we have yet to be checked off on in order to work on that throughout the night, now that we only have a three more clinicals. Giving this, we all went about our day, I checked up on my residents and I got one of them out of bed with one of the CNAs maneuvering the Hoyer lift. Afterwards,

The remover of a life-support Machine is one of the most painful decision, a family have to endure. If I was part of the legislator, I will vote for a law that would enable doctors to remove the life-support machine from patients whom doctors knows there is nothing they could do for their patients. Initiating, such a law will allow doctors and family members to work hands in hands to make a crucial medical decision while the patient is unconscious. On the other hand, if the patient have discussed his/her medical necessities while she was conscious to her family prior to her being unconscious , or have a Living Will on file( is a document that lets people state their wishes for end-of-life.) on file. The family and doctor should obeyed that

Sitting in the uncomfortable seat made out of polyurethane foam and breathing in the stale airplane air, the inflight safety announcement starts:

Two years. Two years of anesthetic and healing. Two years of missed school days and gained therapy sessions. Two years of success and failure. The two years have shape of my perspective of life as a roller coaster with it's beginning, bumps, stops and an ending. I transformed from an

I spent the last Friday night in the emergency room. The last Saturday in a daze from medication, and the last two days in pain and misery. That is where I am, it isn’t great, but it could be worse. It isn’t hyperbole either. I re-read my opening and thought

I have strong communication skills, both written and verbal, which I have gained throughout my working career and studies.

Discussion The purpose of this experiment was to determine the subjects’ ventilatory response during incremental exercise. The equipment we used in this experiment was the cycle ergometer, and in addition we had to test the subjects’ ventilatory response during rest and recovery. In this experiment, we have two subjects with

Rushing into the Emergency Room and suddenly everything is chaos. A jumble of doctors and nurses shouting commands and taking action. The wheels creaking as they quickly race from the ambulance and come to a halt as I am transferred to a different bed. My skin piercing as I am hooked up to IVs, a feeling that would commonly make me queasy now seemed to bother me none. Suddenly a sharp pain runs through my neck and chest as I am lifted up and my shirt tears as the scissor’s sharp blades cut through its fabric like nothing and I am placed in an itchy gown that countless others have worn before. I look for my mother to comfort me at that moment but it is too late, she has already been ushered out of the room. It is taking everything in my body

I am back in the hospital for round 4. Since I recovered so quickly after round 3 Dr V increased my chemo dose. Hopefully, it does not result in additional side effects. I started chemo at 6pm last night and so far I am feeling pretty good so praying that continues. My IV pump only beeped once last night and was woken another time for blood draw and vitals so I actually slept pretty good last night comparably. Maybe I will actually be able to stay awake for the Cubs win tonight

The Hospital “Come on Leroy, what is the worst thing that could happen? I mean, isn’t that the whole entire reason we took this gap year? I bet we could get some crazy footage and it would be really cool.”

The aim of the study was to explore family members’ experiences with the use of a diary when a sick relative did not survive the stay in the ICU. The overall study findings revealed that the diary was experienced as a medium for interpersonal communication, where it was perceived as a social medium maintaining communication and the relationship with the patient. But the diary was also a common interest affecting writers and readers in different ways, thus sharing information, emotions and thoughts enabled relationships, which grew. Not only relationships developed but also participants as humans due to the course of events and finally the death of the patient. The experience was compared to taken on a journey but in an existential way by the participants. To understand the unfamiliar in a way different from the way in which it has been understood so far, also include a way to understand him/herself in a new way (Gadamer, 1989).

I wish to inform you regarding the great leadership, team work, and immediate assistance from both Carline and Althea this morning. At 0830am, three patients are coming out of the OR, the PACU has only one RN with no available float staff. I immediately seek the help of Ms Althea and Carline for RNs. As the need was urgent, I understand that the request will create an impact on staffing on their respective units. Nevertheless, the response was immediate and the nurses who came (Alex with Joe in orientation and Barbara) gave an excellent and positive care to the patients. Because of this, we have minimized if not totally prevented delay on transition of patient care.

Putting My Oxygen Mask on First I dance to convert my thoughts into actions, and now I write to express my thoughts without hesitation. It was not always this effortless. As a teenager, I played soccer to transform my parent’s dreams into reality. However, these dreams dissipated like smoke into the air once I was benched every game for two years as a member of the junior varsity soccer team in high school. Although my parent’s joy seemed to radiate, my shame manufactured notions that seemed to only blacken. Even though I feared revealing the truth, I could not continue down this unhappy path any longer. Upon the conclusion of the season my sophomore year, I managed to teach myself something vital— I needed to put on my oxygen mask first.

Critical care is medical care given to patients who required closed and continuous monitoring from specially trained clinical providers, and usually takes place in intensive care units or a trauma center. Most of the time, the patients are critically ill and susceptible for serious complications, and thus, they are placed in special units. Critical care units are also known for its high-technology equipment with advanced interventions and treatment. These conditions are well known to be contributing factors of psychological stress experienced by the patients and their families. A recent study in India found that there is a significant elevation of stress, depression and anxiety level among patients admitted to ICU compared to those in wards