Personal Narrative: Receiving My Diagnostic Test

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

In high school I was not the best at writing. I did not find this out until I was places in advanced English. I was used to writing papers that had to be simple. So when I started receiving C’s and D’s I told myself something had to change. I finally realized that I could not write as well as most of my classmates. So, what I ended up doing was making my papers more complex and making my sentences stronger. When I applied myself I became a stronger writer. As I took the diagnostic test I saw I was making a lot of mistakes. At the end I made a 70. From this I could see why I encountered the bad experiences in high school and in college.

I was pushed constantly to work harder at my writing. I studied and practiced several new techniques and methods for prewriting and organizing the essays I found so hard to create. At first, I had quite a few bad days and quite a few subpar essays. My grades would vary greatly from paper to paper. This really scared me, as I hoped to keep myself from drastically dropping in my grades. Yet, I wanted to maintain my grade point average so I had no choice but to succeed and impress around every corner. I began to pour in, even more, work and apply all of the newly learned skills from that class into my mind. I hoped that soon I would be able to find a system for writing that helped me form proper

During the 2007 I got great news, I was accepted at UNC-Charlotte. Meanwhile, I had no idea 2007 my world would be turned upside down with bad news. My mother’s broth and sister were both diagnosis with Cancer. What’s most painful both siblings pasted away six months apart? Meanwhile, more bad news came my way when I mother was diagnosis with Cancer and Renal failure. I talked to my mother’s medical team, they voice they never seen where three siblings having cancer all at once in the same year, just months apart. Consequently, my mother survived her cancer just after two chemo treatments. I came home every weekend to help with her care. One promise to my mother I made was not to drop out of school, it was important to her that I finished

Well Michelle had her PET scan and a CT scan last Thursday. We thought we had to wait until Tuesday for the results but to our relief the doctor called Friday night to tell us the good news. The tumors had shrunk and Michelle is officially in remission. Well, I went crazy happy but Michelle wanted to wait until we saw the doctor on Tuesday, just to make sure what we heard was right. Well we went to the doctor yesterday and she confirmed that everything is good. The chemo worked and after nine months of craziness it was all worth it at the end. If I go back to my old blogs and see what she went through between the stent not working, the hospital stay, the allergic reaction to the chemo and on

I started writing my first real essay in the Eighth grade, and I never knew why I was given such an awful task. I am a terrible English/Writing scholar and I never could comprehend the concept of writing. I put a lot of work and heart into my first essay, but that still didn’t get me the grade that I wanted. Needless to say I got a “D” on the essay. I was extremely disappointed in the grade I made and I wanted to reject writing all together, but that is not the kind of scholar I am, so I began my journey during my Eighth grade year to become a better writer. I had many academic goals that year, but my main goal was to excel on the English state writing test at the end of the year. The test would determine if I moved on to ninth grade English or if I would get placed in a pre-high school English program. To achieve my goals I knew that I was going to have to work hard not only on developing the papers I write, but also making sure they are grammatically correct, interesting, and that each story or essay gets the main point across as well.

My first clinical I felt my greatest accomplishment was not being shy and hesitant. The first day we had clinical was the first day that I got the opportunity to float to another floor, I was very nervous at first. Going into a new place for anyone is different at first because you don’t know what to expect. I think what made my experience so great was the endoscopy nurses and doctors, they were some of the nicest and helpful people I’ve met so far. I got a wonderful opportunity to learn next to the doctors doing the procedures and also see other roles of the healthcare team like the nurse anesthesiologist.

This week I had rotation at Genesis and also Cumberland Hall. Genesis was very different that what I expected. When I think of a “rehab” I think of people all sitting around with major withdrawal symptoms, a very strict schedule, multiple one-on-one session, and with no smoke breaks. At Genesis, throughout the day the client was able to do their own thing until the scheduled group session and smoke breaks. I was placed on the male unit and I was very surprise of the self-awareness that I experienced. Just listening men talk and tell their stories brought on a whole new prospective and quickly changed the image of the addict stereotype. While I was there we also established that all the clients was first timers and all fathers, and afterwards I was able to sit and think about how grateful I am to have my father who’s not an addict. I have had the luxury of always having a clean and sober father; which I had taking for granted.

I graded my self in ideas as a three because most of the ideas in my essay were clear but not the best in the world. As for the organization of my essay was good enough for the reader to follow along and was clear. On my voice of my essay was a two because of the way I was not as clear and was a little unsure of what to say in the essay. My word choice was not that good. It was not approptie for my age and it was just using simple words in the whole thing. Then with my sentence fluency was not all that well. It was good but not as good as it could of been. The conventions in my essay was ok so I gave myself a three. There were many errors in grammar and my self repeating my self. These are the reasons why I think I got what I graded myself

Over the course of this trimester, I’ve learned more about myself as a writer, than in the past three years of high school English classes combined. Prior to the class, my writing was sufficient but stagnant. I wasn't growing as a writer because I didn’t feel the need to. I saw writing as a timed objective, something to be completed as swiftly as possible. Since I had always received high grades on my

I faced a dreaded medical test a few weeks back that required a week of waiting, the procedure and then awaiting results that could either mean clean bill of health or breast cancer. I knew that the chances that it wasn't breast cancer were good, as I'd had a breast reduction a few years back and the mass could be scar tissue. However, I was nervous for good reason. I had 7 days to worry about the needle biopsy. I relyed on consistant diffusing to keep me calm while dealing with my children, one with special needs, that was also going through a tough time, adjusting to change with summer break starting. I diffused Peace and Calming II and wore Stress Away all day long. On the day of the procedure, I became very nervous for the uncomfortableness

Have you experienced a loved one that fell so ill, they didn’t know what was going on? I have, and it’s not the best thing to go through at a young age. When I was in the tenth grade, my mother became very ill. She had been acting very strange, after I got out of school one day. My dad and I took her to Franklin Memorial. The doctors had no idea what was wrong with her, so they gave her fluids and sent her on her way. I just think they didn’t want to deal with her, because of the way she was acting. Although, the doctors didn’t realize that the medicine she was taking was making her sick. A couple months later the same thing had happened, but it was much worse. She had developed pneumonia, which is an infection in the air sacs of your lungs.

There are many ways to participate in science related activities outside of school. But for me, the most amazing, knowledgeable, and well-rounded involvement was gained from my experiences at the Patient Diagnostic Testing Area at the JFK Medical Hospital where I volunteered. Time is precious, yet I scheduled four hours every Saturday to work in the hospital around patients, nurses and a few highly qualified doctors. Every week I used to learn something new, whether it be adjusting the rest bed at an angle for patients, applying my knowledge of physics or simply learning how to accurately use a sphygmomanometer. Furthermore, I was kept in charge to report the results of x-rays and CAT scans’ of patients. In addition to JFK, I shadowed a Physician,

This is 50 year old AAM. Patient is here with several issues. Patient reports, he had been incarserated and now he is in half way house. For past 3 weeks he haven't had any of his medications. Patient denies chest pain, SOB, N/V/ D, or fever. Patietn reports some depresive moods, deneis thoughts of sucide or homicide. Current pain