Personal Narrative: Two Years Of Anesthetic And Medicine

It was the worst thing in my life. One sip of the wrong drink and my best friend, Brady, was in the Intensive Care Unit, with a small change of survival. How was I supposed to know that his ex-boyfriend was going to poison the water supply? No one is supposed to know about that, until it already happened.

Reaching across the center console of my car, I imagined the commute that I had into school. My 1992 Jeep Cherokee courageously braved the snowstorm of the year, with only one functional windshield wiper and a forlorn four wheel drive system. As I turned onto the Merritt Parkway, a Honda Civic swerved past me and proceeded to weave in and out of the afternoon traffic. Fast-forward sixty seconds and that Honda was now engulfed by the powder white trees which bound the highway. Instinctively, I pulled up behind the crash site, dialing 911 as I ran over to the mangled wreck. I peered into the car, my pupils the size of marbles, and the driver seemed uninjured; regardless, I proceeded to reassure the driver that Emergency Medical Technician’s/Paramedic’s

When I first started going to Terra State Community College I was an eighteen-year-old with two jobs and ambition towards the medical field. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I began my first semester by taking very broad classes so that I could use them towards any career. I remember looking up different career paths that I could possibly take through Terra and weighing my options. I then came across medical assisting, a truly perfect career for me. I met with my advisor and set up a visit with Mrs. Hopkins, and as soon as I sat down with her, I knew this is what I wanted to do. This field allowed me to do everything that I could of imagine wanting to do within the medical field.

An interaction that deepened my interest in Nursing would have to be when I interned with Dr. Morin, an Orthopedic Surgeon. I was granted this opportunity by the Southwest Virginia Governor's School, as their students have to complete an internship. I chose to do mine in the operating room, because I was fascinated with all that went on inside the operating room.

I was born on June 26, 2002 in Albany, NY. I lived there until I was about 5, then we moved to Edinboro. For about three years of my childhood I maintained to average an emergency room trip a year. First when I was in Kindergarten my brother accidentally shut a door on my face. The edge of the door knob hit my lip and cut it in half. I started gushing blood. I was crying because that bad boy hurt and then my mom asks, “do you want some Tang”. I didn't want the Tang because my lip was gushing blood. So we went to the emergency room and I got eight stitches. My next injury happened the summer of me going into first grade. We had this croquet set, and me and my brother were pitching an exercise to each other and hitting it with the croquet mallet.

Since the beginning of September I have been an Anesthesia Technologist in the OR at Stony Brook Medical Center. I am currently in my first rotation at the ambulatory surgical center, but I will soon return to the main OR for my spine, cardiac, ortho, Peds, ob/GYN rotations. My job as an intern is to assist the anesthesia team with setting up the anesthesia machines, checking and/or troubleshooting the machines prior to each case, setting up IVs, and helping with inbutation and extubation among other things. I am in the OR from around 6 AM until 2:30 PM. When I am not in the OR I work as a home health aide for my great grandmother. My goal is to help restore so motility in her hips since she is recovering from hip surgery after falling while

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

I just went in for a cleaning, all I wanted was for my dentist to check for any cavities and tell me everything was in perfect condition. I don’t understand how I managed to wake up in the middle of a siege. The last thing I remember was Dr. Goldstein saying “Well Andre, it looks like you have a few cavities, I’m going to use some anaesthesia, just in case you don't respond to the pain medication again. Is that alright?” I did feel unsure about his decision, I couldn't understand why I would need anaesthesia during a cleaning, but I let him do his job. Dizziness soon followed, before I woke up in a gloomy room with the door barricaded. The only was light coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein

Last summer was the first time I had undergone surg ery. I went to the dentist after a developed painful ache in the back of my mouth. An x-ray had revealed that one of my wisdom teeth was growing in sideways, causing it to compact into the tooth n ext to it. My dentist recommended that I get it removed as soon as possible. Two months later, I w as in an outpatient clinic about to undergo my surgery.

As Friday was my first day starting my experience at the cardiac catheterization lab, I was quite nervous and curious about the different things that I would have to do considering in all my time volunteering at the hospital, I have been to the cath lab only one or two times. However, when I went to the lab I was warmly welcomed by some of the staff and I later met many of the nurses and doctors there as well. Everyone was very friendly and they were excited to have my help and to “train me.” In fact, one of the doctors I met wanted me to do some research regarding cardiac catheterization to “get me more involved in the field,” which is pretty exciting because I'm not very familiar with anything related to cardiology but I chose this specific

My photo was taken in Hialeah’s Hospital on November 3rd, 2016 when I gave birth to my little daughter Carolina. In it appears my little sunshine, my husband and I. In the picture you can see me in the hospital bed yet. Also, you can notice in my messy hair and my look how exhausted I was once I finish my labor time. My mom was very dry and I still could feel the anesthesia effects in my body. I smelled really bad because of the many hours I was on bed doing all the preparations for the big moment. The nurses gave me sedatives all the time because the pain was irresistible, so that’s why I have that terrible face. When my mom took this photo, I think she did it because she realized how importance would be to save this moment for the rest of

Light. All Beth could see were bright, artificial lights. She blinked her eyes multiple times and the squinted when she saw something different. Amongst the lights, there was blonde. A head, a person, she figured as she slowly walked towards them.

How's your new position and weekend going? I would like to express my unhappiness on yesterday 27/6 with Brigitta who was TL. We have 4 Ventilated and 6 non ventilated patients. In the morning, Brigitta asked me to relief Steven, Kulsum and Juicy - all ventilated pts for tea break. I do have 2 discharge patients with 1 required an iron infusion prior transfer. At 11:20 , they all were back and I needed to rush to commence my iron infusion for bed 4. When I assisted my patient from chair to bed with curtain closed, Brigitta came in to the room and asked me to help Kulsum to shower ICU 3 with trachy and ventilator. As I settled Mr Naylon bed 4 then I rushed to help Kulsum and settled the patient in bed 3. Then Brigitta asked me to transfer bed

Last week was pretty crappy. This weekend I skinned and gut fish, I guess that helped put my anger and mind on something else. Sunday was kinda crappy too. I was in pain all day, had to get a bunch of those hot water things and to take a bunch of medicine. This morning i woke up with the pain once and take more pain killers.

I dance to transform my thoughts into actions, and now I write to express my thoughts without hesitation. It was not always this easy. As a teenager, I played soccer to make my parent’s dreams a reality. I was overjoyed I made their aspirations come true when I was chosen to be a part of the junior varsity soccer team my freshman year. Although their proud gaze upon me was soft, being benched every game for two years was rough. Even though I feared revealing the truth, I could not continue down this unhappy path anymore. At the end of the season my sophomore year, I managed to teach myself something very important— I needed to put on my oxygen mask first.