Personal Narrative: The Disease Pathophysiology

May 15, 2014 I hear my grandpa calling my name from my room upstairs. I walk down stairs and he tells me my dad’s had an accident. At this point I think my dad’s dead, because of how my grandpa word’s it, and my initial shock, but he’s alive. He was living in Virginia with my sister when it happened, so we leave for Virginia that night. We make it there the next afternoon and I finally get to see my dad. It was a challenge seeing a loved one with hundreds of tubes coming out of them, hearing that he might not make it through the night, and if he does he might not be able to see and so on. Seeing what at this point didn’t even really resemble my dad was very challenging.

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.

Maya Angelou once spoke, “I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” What Maya Angelou said brings to mind such bountiful memories of how true this is in my life. When I look back at my life, I remember countless stories of my life that this quote is accurate too.

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

Sitting in an old fold-out wooden chair, Brett began to tell me the things that I should expect. He had removed my restraints, and I laid weak and tired on the floor by his feet. The things he told me kept me in awe, and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. He told me about how I could hear through sound proof walls. And about how the werewolf virus caused an olfactory mutation – the olfactory is the part of your nose that picks up odors and the different aromas or scents traveling through the air.

Images flashed in black and white across my eyes. I gazed in complete and utter silence with my mouth cracked open. My vision clouded as pools of tears swelled in my eyes like miniature water balloons. I furrowed my eyebrows and shut my eyes briefly as a small stream of salty water traveled down my freckled cheek and onto my paper. I was in my college history class watching a film focusing on the concentration camps during the holocaust. Skeletons of people, smoke stacks wheezing death in the air, and the look of despair ran rampant throughout the camps. It was in these solemn moments of watching the video that I was rocked to my core and heart was touched; I realized that I was going to become a missionary doctor.

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.

“If you look for the light you will often find it, but if you look for the dark. That is all you will ever see.”- Uncle Iroh from Avatar the Last Airbender. I am a dragon that spreads fire throughout the world, leaves scars on family, and has always tried to be stopped. What am I? I’m disease.Flowers with cards. IV’s in a tangled ball. Crayon drawings of horses. Worksheets that aren’t completed. 1st grade was to hard for them.They thought, was this normal for any normal family starting to move into a new town? Breath, sleep, awake, and repeat. MRI’s and surgeries take a toll on your health. Speak friend and enter. When a normal family like this one discovers a horrid conflict within their own family everything goes dark. The television seems

It started in the 1930’s, it was the time I (Jack) had just joined the Nova Core. A huge empire rose for gambling, alcohol, and distributing other hard core drugs. The one who set up the empire was the one and only Salvador himself. He was a big gun killing happy man who liked nothing other than to kill a man with nothing but his fist. It was a cold rainy night when we were doing our normal walk around the base when we heard of a break out in A6 area. So we ran over there and it was a sick man that bit a chunk of meat out a private’s neck and was eating him fast. We surrounded him and yelled at him to stop. The man turned around and ran after one of the generals so we had to put him down. We were all curious the next day on what happened and since the core wouldn’t tell us anything. So I did some research after we killed the body. It turns that the guy was infected with a virus related to the black plague. It formed when the Nova Core and the

Within the databases of Norton Headquarters, a single text file is kept with considerable security. A humiliating incident in which a virus completely annihilated it’s host computer while under Norton’s protection, and only was prevented from spreading by the host’s destruction. Other than the CEO of Norton Enterprises, the only other being that is informed about the situation is the victim; me, Ace.

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forgot how you made them feel, Maya Angelou was right about that.

My overall health is fair. I am very athletic because I play many sports. The sports that I play are soccer, swimming, golfing, horseback riding, wakeboarding and water skiing. I also love veggies and fruits. My favorite fruit is pineapple and my favorite vegetable is carrots. Though I participate in many activities and love fruits and veggies there are things that I can work on.

I went back to India after six months of stay in the USA and joined as a junior resident in neurosurgery at the Care hospitals in less than a week. I also received a call from Dr. Jayanthi Reddy, a prominent Obstetrician and Gynecologist in the city to work at her hospital during weekends. I couldn’t say no as I was interested in women’s health too. Working seven days a week including two days of 24 hour call every week was stressful, but I loved it because I found a platform to apply what I have gained observing the health system in USA. Soon they were confident of me and I became an integral part of the team at both places. They were impressed with my work culture which I need to confess was from my clinical experience in USA. I was providing

I am a healer and a master dowser. One time, because of allergies, I was dowsing lists of foods to find out what was the best to eat and what to avoid. So I had charts spread out all over the place. In the middle of that, my mother called to tell me, that my Aunt Barbara was in the hospital and was completely catatonic. She had gone from living alone, paying her bills and even cleaning her own swimming pool, to completely unresponsive. They thought she'd had a stroke but the tests were negative. After seven weeks of tests she was still the same, and they didn't have a diagnosis. My mother asked me if I could. “Check in” with spirit and find out what was going on. Using my healing charts, the pendulum went to the forehead