Personal Narrative: The Children's Hospital Of Pennsylvania

When I was 8 years old, the thoughts running through my mind should have been like any other 8 year old girl: going home to play my brand new Nintendo DS or playing house with my little sister. Reality was, I wasn’t a normal little girl. I was the girl whose life got turned upside down in a matter of minutes. No matter how much anyone tried to tell me, I knew a normal 8 year olds life didn’t include being surrounded by doctors 24/7.

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.

On 5/21/16 at approximately 2024 hours, Officer Acosta #0044 and I responded to Huntington Memorial Hospital, (HMH), for a report of a battery. The comments of the call stated, “IN ER RM #18, VIC IS 25 YO MALE ASSAULTED WED AT LA PINTO PARK BY UNK SUSP, ADV HE WAS HIT IN HEAD W/BAT AND HAS A PUNCTURE WOUND TO THE LIP. VICTIM IS EDGAR LARA DOB 10-02-90.”

I shadowed Matt Woodruff, who is a certified hand therapist and a occupational therapy at St. Luke’s. I had the opportunity to see the determination, character, and patience that it takes to be an occupational therapist. I arrived 15 minutes early, so I decided to take a seat and wait for Mr. Woodruff. As I waited, I turned to the sound of elevator doors opening, and saw a paraplegic woman step out. I recognized her at my OT that I had when I had a burn incident at the age of 2. Immediately I burst into tears and took a knee next to her and said “Do you remember me?” As I explained more about myself and what happen when I was a child, she pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of 2 year old me on her lap. As I clean myself up she showed

The fall of 2014 was the absolute worst few months of my life. It started in the middle of September. My dad suddenly one day had a sharp pain in his side. He said he was fine, but my mom was not having that and got him to go to the hospital. The pain passed but that week they set up all kinds of scans to find out what was wrong. They figured out the pain was just gallstones. They thought they could just remove it, but that did not happen. In the same scan they found a mass in his chest. The doctors did not know what it was, so they came up with a few possibilities. A few weeks later, in the middle of October, they scheduled a surgical biopsy. Dr. Wallace, the surgeon, told us there were a few different outcomes from the surgery. I do not remember it all exactly, but I know there was one bad outcome and three others that were curable and they could fix right then and there. If it was one of the three things they could do a whole nother operation right there that day and remove it. The fourth was cancer.

I asked Dr. Lindberg, “how did he become interested in Occupational Therapy and his response was very interesting?” His response was a short story. Dr. Lindberg answered, “As a young boy, he knew he wanted to make movies and go to filming school. However, Dr. Lindberg felt pressured when he was deciding what he wanted to pursue a career in because he comes from a family of doctors and nurses that are all very successful. He said he felt like the “black sheep” of the family because he was not as intelligent as his parents or siblings nor did he want to go into the medical field like the rest of his family, he just wanted to become a film producer. As it came time to apply for colleges, he wanted to stay close to home and attend a school with

Last year with my hockey team, we got together and made blankets for sick children about to have surgery at Children's Hospital in St.Paul. About a week later, we went to the hospital and delivered the blankets to the rooms that the children would be in right before surgery. It was really fun making the blankets, and everyone felt really good afterward knowing that they were supporting the children about to have children. We did this last winter, I am not sure the exact

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

I chose Meagan Kobielski M.S., OTR/L to interview for my paper. I chose her because she is an Occupational Therapist and I hope to be that profession someday. By choosing her allows me to explore more into the Occupational Therapy profession. Meagan graduated from Utica College with her Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in Occupational Therapy. She spent her freshman and sophomore year at University of Buffalo studying Occupational Therapy. It took her five years to complete. Most classes she took to complete her Bachelor’s and Master’s degree consisted of psychology, math, kinesiology, biological sciences, and neuroscience. In high school she job shadowed a variety of different professions, Scientific Research, English Teacher, Chiropractor, and Occupational Therapist. She then determined that Occupational Therapy was the profession she wanted to purse.

I shadowed a pulmonologist. For an entire month, I ceased to exist as anything but a silent observer. There, I observed and projected myself into the doctor’s shoes, and felt at home. I saw him piece information together, seek out subtle clues that other physicians had missed, and construct a picture that later would save a woman’s life. I had always loved solving puzzles as a child; it came to me naturally. Life had merely escalated the circumstances from building three -dimensional Star Wars battle ships to saving lives. The satisfaction I got from seeing the completed spaceship as a child was only a glimpse of the epitome of fulfillment I would later feel when I saw the grateful woman thank the doctor I shadowed

One extra-curricular activity that helped me learn about myself, impacted my life, and helped me with my future was my experience at the ACMC Academy. The Ashtabula County Medical Center Academy was an educational internship at my local hospital that I competed for, and was selected to participate in over the summer of 2015. Out of over three hundred applicants throughout the local high schools, I was one of only ten students selected. In the Academy program, I had the opportunity to shadow two different departments within the hospital and witness real-life job situations that happen every day.

Several weeks prior, I had written that same recommendation (in combination with others) to one parent in a carbon note, which I had sent home after administering a treatment session. Yet, in listening to the parent’s concerns, I was struck by the importance of taking time—however brief—to understand what sustains a client spiritually. For me, this is where true clinical reasoning comes into play: In order to ensure success and compliance with recommended activities, an occupational therapist must always act in a client-centred, holistic fashion, despite what the evidence states. Moving beyond acquiring theoretical and practical knowledge, an occupational therapist should also become adept at identifying function, creative ways for clients to reap the benefits of occupational engagement. For this reason, I have become an even greater advocate for holding parent conferences, in order to acquire a better sense of who each student is as an occupational

I was at Beloit Memorial Hospital on September 17th 2012 giving birth. I was in a lot of pain and the nurses had the anesthesiologist paged to relieve my pain. The staff from anesthesiologist office never showed up. I suffered through many hours of hard labor with no relief from my pain. I feel very frustrated with the Beloit Memorial Hospital on the way I was treated.

On Wednesday, September 14th I had my first clinical experience at St. Aloysius’s elementary school. During this time I was able to take vital signs (blood pressure vitals, and respiration), perform visual acuity exams, and test the hearing of many elementary school-aged children. I also began the documentation process by filling out their screening paperwork, and preparing papers for the children that would need to be rescreened. The night before I did all of this I struggled to sleep because I was worried about interacting with children for an extended period of time. My experience with this population is very limited, and I was concerned that I would struggle to relate to them in anyway, shape, or form. However, at the end of the day

Each year, my mother, my younger brother, and I return to our hometown, Okinawa- a pacific island south of Japan. The island of Okinawa is my background and my inchoation.The majority of my family lives on this island, and each member has influenced me in unimaginable ways and has supported me through my goals and endeavors. My greatest recollection is when all twelve of my younger cousins spent hours to make one thousand paper cranes while I was undergoing a tumor-abstraction surgery. The paper cranes symbolize an ancient legend that promises a wish granted by the Gods, and their wish for me was a quick and safe recovery. Along with praying for my health, they have supported me in my dream of becoming a pediatric doctor. My grandparents sent