Personal Narrative: The Medical Room

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

Today in clinical, I offered a male patient to perform a full bed bath. It was my first time performing a full bed bath on a male and the thought of this made me feel a little nervous because I had only practiced this task in the simulation lab and the thought of performing peri-care on the male gender was intimidating. I began to gather my items and throughly think about how I would normally perform a bed bath on a female and the difference of genital areas. As I brought the items into the room, my patient was friendly and helpful in directing his preferences of which areas he wanted to be washed first. His friendly personality made me calm down in a situation where I would normally be on my toes, as I was not thinking about my

Today clinical was a good experience, I go to do couple of things today. In the morning I attended some call lights and helped with breakfast trays. To understand more about the patients, when I brought their breakfast tray to them I chat with them a bit to get to know them. RN Norma asked me to feed Ms. EM and I fed her and maintained caring. I did total patient care for two patients, and one of them was Ms. B. I did her assessment and by interviewing Ms. B, I was able to establish what is important to her and her emotional being. I also saw signs of severe pitting edema, 4 + /8mm on bilateral lower extremities. That was good to see because I have never seen it on an actual patient before, and I kept it professionalism. I assessed Ms. B

The first thing that comes to my mind about this clinical experience would be exhausting. I had only three hours of sleep because I had forgotten I had a prior obligation later in the evening, so was unable to leave Alamosa until 2100, so I did not get home till 2330. I had to get up at 0400 to then go to SCCF. Four hours asleep, while sick was not a good idea. It was an extremely tiring day that I feel like I am probably missing something in this journal.

It was a Wednesday, I remember because that was my favorite day of the week. That was because it was the day that we had the “special” Physical Education. It was on that day during the second grade in which I wrote my first “book”. Writing this book and receiving a positive response allowed me to see the impact that words can have.

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2. Clean the wound with clear water. Use tweezers cleaned with alcohol to remove small particles present on the wound and if the debris remains embedded, then immediately consult your doctor.

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

I do my best to attend junior doctor tutorials, case presentations, departmental meetings and grand round sessions. I am dedicated to gaining knowledge and so I have attended tutorials on my days off and would drive to other hospital sites, different to my primary site, just to participate in learning opportunities.

My first day at Beverly Hospital was really exciting. My RT told me to explain to a patient how to use a DPI. I asked the patient if he had used this device before, he told me “yes” and before I explain him how to use it, he took the device from my hand and took the medication. The good thing was that he knew perfectly how to use the DPI. During the day, I was able to observe how to do a bronchial hygiene therapy, oxygen therapy, patient assessment, ABG’s sampling and analysis, and ventilator setup. Also, I was able to auscultate the patient’s lungs and take there vital signs. My most significant experience was when I was in the ER trying to relax a patient complaining of shortness of breath and suffocating with the bipap. So the doctor decided

I can feel the pain coming back. My knees turn to Jell-o and I fall hard onto the frigid checkered tiles again. I’m overwhelmed with the noise of raised voices and the pungent smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils. My mouth goes dry and my throat closes up, restricting my airway. My lungs are being constricted, like someone is squeezing them. Wheezing heavily, I desperately try to fill my tar filled lungs with air.

I woke up to the sound of construction beating down on the cement sidewalk outside of my house, and I decided to get up and do something. My friend was recently hospitalized for a collapsed lung so I decided to visit and check in with them. I got there, checked in as a visitor, and went into my friend’s room. The hospital had a very creepy insane asylum type vibe. The lighting seemed very low and I didn’t see anyone the whole walk there. I found myself speeding up as I felt like the white walls were closing in on me. Then I finally got to my friend’s room. The room was very hot, so hot in fact that I felt like I was sweating when I had just gotten in there a couple seconds beforehand. He had someone else in the room with him, it was another patient lying on a bed across the room from my friend. He was hooked up to some machines that were helping him breath better. The machines were beeping rapidly all together, almost like they were sentient beings trying to make a song. The machines were very loud, I don’t know how you could sleep in that room. He was awake sitting up on his bed.

I recently finished a round of rehab with Aaron Schauble at your Decatur location and before too much time passes, I wanted to be sure and send a note to you about my experience at the clinic. As a business owner myself, I know how much I appreciate constructive feedback and I want to give credit where credit is due.

On March 15, 2011, the school called my parents because Kalya, my little sister, felt dizzy and looked pale. My mom responded and took her to the emergency room, when they arrived, my sister fainted and they proceeded to measure her heartbeat. The monitor indicated a heartbeat of 280 bpm, almost quadrupling the common measure. The doctor administrated a medicine that made her heart restart, but her tachycardia was too strong to respond. We felt scared that she was not going to make it, her heart was prominent to explode anytime. Her last memory would be an emergency room, with around 10 doctors and nurses, each one of them performing a different task with the goal of saving her life. They tried a second time with another medicine, she remained unresponsive. Even though she noticed the chaos occurring around her, her eyes were fixed on her family at all times. A couple of minutes after the second dose, they tried a third medicine to restart her heart, if that did not work, no more options remained. After a few seconds, her heart calmed down to the normal rate. The only voice heard was the doctor’s voice exclaiming “Welcome back, Kalya”, as she stated that she could not explain how she survived that.

Once I make my way through the window, I slip on my worn out, light yellow grubby plastic gloves. Casually strolling into the kitchen, I pry open the fridge and the intense