Personal Narrative: Today I Shadowed A Registered Nurse

My first clinical rotation was at Wasatch physical therapy, an outpatient clinic. At first, it was a little difficult to get used to seeing the higher volume of patients. It was also difficult to get used to all the different names for various exercises that different therapists had. For example “Ball belt,” Which seemed like it could mean just about anything. I got the hang of things and became pretty comfortable by the end. It was a really positive environment. Time seemed to go by quickly since I was always busy with patients and documentations. Eventually, I got to the point where I was given a bit of freedom and was able to handle around 50% of a caseload independently. I treated knees, shoulders, ankles, wrists, and spines. However, I also got to treat a cardiac patient and got to observe one torticollis and a few pelvic floor patients.

I was at Hamad General Hospital shadowing medical professionals of different specialties to get an overall idea of what the medical career was like, I was at ED (Emergency Department) when suddenly and with no previous warning “Cardiac Arrest !,” yelled the nurse, in moments emergency specialists were standing above the 16 year old male patient head sorting out CPR, AED etc..; first shock was delivered, the second and third followed, but the teenager didn’t even blink, he lay lifelessly, few more attempts and the white blanket was pulled over him; I couldn’t believe my eyes, I had witnessed an in-hospital death for the first time; trembling and shaking, I walked out of Bay-1, with a completely new meaning of medicine.

I am currently enrolled as a full-time student in the medical assisting program at Peninsula College. At the end of fall quarter 2015, I will complete the program and earn my certification as a medical assistant. To achieve my goal, I have concentrated solely on my academic career. This has left little time in my life to resume a full-time position in the workforce. As a mother of three, I know how challenging it can be to go back to school, much less try to live on one income. I hope to use this scholarship to help ease my family's financial burden. A scholarship could help me buy extra supplies, such as scrubs, closed toe leather shoes, a stethoscope and other items that are not covered by financial aid, but are all vital materials needed

During my shadowing experiences at UAB Hospital, one particular event was prominent in my decision to pursue a career in nursing. While in the emergency department, a suicidal patient, a quadriplegic who lost her limbs due to a spinal cord injury, was brought in for her second visit. This experience caused me to tap into my ability to stay calm and reassuring during an emergent situation, and it reminded me of my father, who lost two of his limbs in a train accident. My father’s accident in itself taught me strength and courage because he, like the patient, occasionally feels forlorn, which leads to suicidal thoughts. Watching the nurses care for my father made me realize that a nurse must be perceptive and knowledgeable about their patient’s

Christina G. Rossetti states, "For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands." My name is Alyssa Snedden. I am nineteen years old and work as a Nurse Aide for the Inn at Chapel Grove. As Hailey's youngest sister, I have always looked up to her. Hailey has always provided me with love and understanding; therefore, I shall do the same in return during this bump in the road. She has never been the type of person to do anything that would cause our parents disappointment or heartbreak. These past couple months have been hard on our family but at the end of

My second clinic rotation is internal medicine and I’ve had many encounters, both with patients and colleagues, which have made me pause and reflect. One of those encounters, in particular, will still be on my mind long after I finish typing this reflective journal. The patient at the center of it all is a lady I’ll refer to from here on as “Mrs. Flowers.” Mrs. Flowers is an 81 year old female with dementia and diabetes. She arrived on our unit with a diabetic foot infection that had progressed from a simple toe ulcer to wet gangrene. Over the last 2-3 months, gangrenous changes encompassed the distal half of her left foot. During pre-rounds, our medical team unanimously agreed that we would contact surgery for a consult. At time, it was obvious

My current resident assistant was unavailable to interview because he is usually a very busy and had a deadline coming up tomorrow, so instead I interviewed an RA that was working at the Willkie. His name was Vasu and he was super open with me about being an RA. He was really honest too, he said that the process of becoming an RA was and is hard and that it is a very competitive process.

It was the morning of August29,2005,as we sit in the fourth floor of the hospital room my mother is in, all of a sudden we hear heavy rain and powerful wind that was going about 140 miles per hour. We thought it might be a regular storm because it was already raining for hours , but then all the televisions and the phones and power all of a sudden go out and thats not normal at all. The nurses had to get all the "bed ridden" patients out the rooms and into the hallway as they are doing this the nurses got into panic mode.. and started DROPPING medication and giving patients medication they do not need.. and then it was this BIG striking that hit the side of the building and broke all the windows.. so then we where trying to make sure we didnt get hit by the glass.The nurses got out of luck and one screamed " We are going to die anyway", as soon as she said that everybody got out of hope and stopped trying to survive. Also after she said that one of the other nurses came and gave my mother a pill but I smacked it out her hand and told my mom she is not taking it. Over 3O patients that was there died and they demanded that all the visitors leave the hospital even though

I stare fascinated as the doctor deftly slices through the patient’s flesh. Hands operate swiftly on the supine body; not a trace of doubt could be found in the movements.

During my time shadowing physicians, I have realized that physicians need to be expert listeners in order to effectively assess a patient and fully understand their problems. I observed that the more a physician actively listens to their patients, patients trust their physician and can openly express any further troubles. My upbringing has given me the ability to be an effective listener. Raised in a quasi-conservative Indian household, I learned to carefully listen to everything my elders have to say. As a physician, I will take advantage of this skill to be an active listener for my patients and be able to better implement the appropriate treatment plans.

On November 12th 2016 around 21:00, at the nurse station, I was approached by my Charge nurse Rosario Laino, as known as Rosa. She told me: “What are you doing? I check the medications you need to pass and I will help you because there will be no overtime!” I explains that I started to pass the medications for room 4119 and was on my way to changing the tubes of room 4101 which needed new TPN and Lipids infusions. After 15 minutes attending to the patient needs in room 4101, Rosa came and yield: “What are you still doing in the room, you need to finish to pass your medications and your TPN in room 19 is completed! Huh!” I replied that I will go right away.

The person who I choose to interview was a close friend of mine named Ashely who is both a homecare aid and medical office assistant. She has been a homecare aid for around two years and just completed the program for becoming a medical office assistant.

When working as a health unit coordinator some of my my duties is to transcribe doctor orders, process doctor orders, make appointments for clients, order supplies as needed. When I am working as a nursing assistant my job requires me to bathe and dress patients, take vital signs, serve meals, set up medical equipment, answer call lights as needed, observe changes in clients

At the beginning of my fall semester my calling was Speech Pathology, since I love helping other people in any way I can. In the book Callings in the Healers section I connect with the Oncology nurse. With my grandma passing away from liver cancer when I was seven years old it was very tragic time in my life. Ever since she has passed away I have always wanted to be able to help people during a difficult time in their life or helping them accomplish a milestone in their life to make them a better person. The oncology nurse found her calling by her grandma passing away from cancer, which is why she chose her profession that she is in. I chose my profession due to my grandma passing away, she was my role model and inspired me to help people.

As I progress through my clinical, I am feeling more confident interacting with patients as I conduct history taking and assessments. I am getting quicker and my history taking and assessment have improved. The process of adhering to, learning from, and following the guidelines will help me as I transition to practice as a nurse practitioner.