Personal Narrative: Pain Killers

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

I fight for my health every day in ways most people do not understand I lay in bed struggling just to get up in the morning only to get faced with a new day of troubles. All I think about is the day that being a normal eighteen year old ended for me. I was responsible went to work every day, and was trying to figure out my first year of college until everything was flipped upside down.

"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution - then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."

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

I was unable to check my e-mail because I have been sick and miserable. Please see the attached doctor's excuse. I apologize for the delayed response.

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

I ignore the slight pained grunt of the patient as I handle his wrist. I concentrate wrapping a bandage gently but firm enough to coddle the strain. He says he has no idea how he strained his wrist, but I had a pretty good idea what it could be. Pleasuring yourself too often can lead to a good amount of pain. I am beginning to feel far too acquainted with this scenario. I get one of these calls at least once a week. Guys in this city seriously jerk off way too much but this guy takes it to another level. Since seeing him, the amount of patients with this problem has double and the increase is him all by himself. This is beginning to become an epidemic maybe we should release a PSA. This is just ridiculous. There is no way in hell I was wasting nen on a guy who sprains his wrist masturbating, especially just after using it to heal a boy’s broken leg.

Today I was prescribed my medication. The directions are to take one tablet every morning and one pill every night at bedtime. It also says to avoid taking aspirin or products containing aspirin and to avoid prolonged or excessive sunlight or artificial light. I usually sleep until midday on the weekends, so I will have to wake up to take the pill as prescribed. I will have to be extra careful about how much time I spend in the sun. I just took the first tablet as I was getting ready for bed. Even though I take one pill daily, I do not have to take two at a specified time. This experience will be new for me. I am most worried about forgetting a dose. It makes me feel kind of anxious to begin a new regimen and think of the things I now need

Overcoming an addiction is hard and something that i struggle with. I was 13 when I had my first drink of alcohol. From the first moment i had a drink i never stopped. At first i only drank sometimes and as time went on and as i got older the drinking become a more common thing in my life. I joined the church two days before i turned 18 and i had stopped drinking for my baptism, but shortly after i had started drinking again. It wasn't until i met to sister missionaries met with me and took me to the Addiction recovery program that the church offers. I haven't had a drink since then and that was three and a half years ago! It hasn't always been easy, but i will never drink again. My father has been an alcoholic for 35 years and after seeing

When you begin a prescription of Sertraline, or Zoloft, as it’s marketed, you may be told to imagine the dopamine receptors being scrubbed, washed, and rinsed. This is supposed to allow you to have a better understanding of what the hell is happening to you.

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

To better understand individuals with addiction giving up their substance or behavior, I committed myself to running long distance three times a week. Although my experience was likely much less intense than a person with an addiction, I now have some personal insight as to how difficult it can be to change. When tasked with this assignment I contemplated few different options, and I was torn between giving up coffee or to start running. Ultimately, I decided to pick up running, as I believed it would be more of a challenge for me. I also chose running because in high school I ran everyday, and though it was not easy, it made me feel great. In those days running was cathartic for me, and a long run after a bad day always made me feel better.

Prescription painkiller addiction and who is at fault for the abuse has become one of the new “hot topics”. There is a huge contradictory over who is at fault, the doctor prescribing the medication or the patient abusing it? Prescription drug abuse has become a worldwide problem. In order to get these medications, the users must have a prescription, which means a doctor must order them the drug. These prescription abusers are seeking out and demanding prescription painkillers in high doses in order to fulfill their craving of the drug. The most commonly abused prescriptions are opiates, depressants, and stimulants. Opiates are just basic painkillers. Opiates include Fentanyl, Hydrocodone, Oxycodone, Percocet, Morphine, etc. Depressants apply to your central nervous system; they are used to cure depression, anxiety, and sleep disorders. Pentobarbital sodium, Valium, and Xanax are typically the most common drugs used in depressants. Stimulants help to treat ADHD and narcolepsy. Ritalin, Adderall, and Dexedrine all occur in stimulating drug prescriptions. These medications have begun to substitute for the illicit street drugs in some cases. This problem has caused pharmaceutical drug overdoses to now be one of the leading causes of death in the nation.

My thoughts have condensed into a tangled mess, and a steady stream of coldcoldcold is all that’s coherent. Huddling atop my bed (hardly a bed; it’s near indistinguishable from cardboard and paper) is all I’m capable of in this state.

My senior year was all I had been waiting for. I was really looking forward to this year, participating in cross country, track and field, basketball, and soccer all during my senior year. But unfortunately, there was a depressing turn of events.