Personal Narrative: Ulcers

I have known Kort Ulicny, MD, for two and half years since December 2014, as a colleague, and as his direct supervisor at Riverside County Regional Medical Center, In-patient Treatment Facility, Riverside, California.

A wicked grin ghosted Amy's pale lips at the strangers' description to whoever listened to the other side of his comm. Eyes worthy of her name fixated on the weapon poised in her direction, her gaze shifted momentarily as he requisitioned information from the VDT " Don't fret about infection; I simply borrowed an inconsequential amount of blood platelets, as you were the closest source in conjunction to vivificating me " Her tone was calm as well as collected in an almost professional manner given the circumstances. Pausing briefly to inhale a couple deep breaths. It was then that she noticed a slight draft against her skin as her body temperature elevated faintly. Glancing down it dawned on her that upon entering the cryogenic pod she had stripped of all attire, save for the body jewelry that glinted from her bosom ( resembling two skeletal hands formed to cover each nipple), lip, as well as vaguely pointed ears. A large purplish scar resembling a lightning strike reached from just below her collarbone stretching up towards the base of her throat. The only other adornment that graced her alabaster skin was a modest, shimmering, obsidian colored tattoo in an old forgotten language that encircled her wrist.

I'm a big (really small) bad bacteria that was passed to Amber during her very first time with her fiance Spencer. Can’t you believe it? I was given to her during her first time! See it can happen people. Spencer gave me to her while they had unprotected sex and she thought he was completely clear of STI’s, like me. Only if she asked him to get an STI Test, that I would not have been spread, but lucky me I get to know the ins and outs of my host. When I was first introduced to her, she obviously did not see me or feel we building my new home. I built my home around her genitals and inside her reproductive system. For a couple weeks I made myself at home in her body getting used to my surroundings and during the time Amber continued her ‘unchanged’ life. When I realized I had been slacking off and not

Most pressure ulcers are usually hospital-acquired and insurances are not covering the costly and could have been prevented.

Using a two nurse handoff report and assessment on admission and shift change, which includes conducting a skin assessment, reinforces individual accountability in interventions to prevent development of pressure ulcers. These activities are a demonstrated quality tool for identifying pressure areas before they become … greater pressure ulcers. (p. 65)

Several health issues applied to me personally. I am an ex-smoker and have done my share of drinking in the past. Both, I happy to say are no longer an issue. When I was a smoker, I was one of the 23-43% of women that quit when I became pregnant. (Helgeson)I also resumed about 6 months after my daughter was born. Quitting after that was much harder, but I eventually succeeded with hypnotism. I have been smoke free for 15 years now.

“Whenever I am sick I get really tired so I usually sleep a lot!! If it’s something like a cold I will usually take nyquil and dayquil. If I’m still not feeling well, sometimes I’ll take an ibuprofen with the nyquil or dayquil. My mom also tells me to eat oranges when I have a cold to give me extra Vitamin C. If I have something like a high fever, I will also lay on the couch and sleep a lot. My mom usually gives me a wet towel to put on my forehead. When I have the stomach flu, I also sleep a lot. Whenever I have the stomach flu, I am never in the mood to eat anything but my mom always gets worried and wants me to eat so I will sometimes eat Saltine crackers. No, I do not follow any practices from a culture outside the United

Have you experienced a loved one that fell so ill, they didn’t know what was going on? I have, and it’s not the best thing to go through at a young age. When I was in the tenth grade, my mother became very ill. She had been acting very strange, after I got out of school one day. My dad and I took her to Franklin Memorial. The doctors had no idea what was wrong with her, so they gave her fluids and sent her on her way. I just think they didn’t want to deal with her, because of the way she was acting. Although, the doctors didn’t realize that the medicine she was taking was making her sick. A couple months later the same thing had happened, but it was much worse. She had developed pneumonia, which is an infection in the air sacs of your lungs.

Beating deadlines, managing your allowance, and breaking up with your girlfriend can all cause stress in you. Everyone, even animals, experiences stress. A zebra, when exposed to stress, will only experience it over a short period of time. It will either end up dead or relaxed after three minutes of screaming terror. However, a human being can experience stress in a short-term or long-term basis because of anticipatory stress response. Thus, a person can develop ulcers caused by skipping meals due to stress while a zebra cannot. (Ruenzel, 2003)

Adult Writers” of Nancy Sommers. Just like the student writers of Sommers, Rebecca and I were “redoing the paper--cleaning up the paper and crossing out, looking at something and saying no that has to go, no that is not right”(46). Due to time constraints during our sessions, Rebecca would not want to waste time trying to figure out how she could rephrase a

After what felt like hours but was only a half-hour of picking up dead body after dead body. I left my position to head to the ravine to retrieve more dead bodies. Their I seen my good friend sergeant Halcrow lying there with a gruesome injury. His abdomen had been split apart by bullets. I seen this and it remind me of hunter starting to gut his kill with a knife after shooting it. I came over to my friend to look at his injury.

When did you learn how to swim? You were probably a little kid, right? Well, I learned how to swim when I was 6. As time progressed I also learned how to swim in deeper water and jump off of a diving board. As you would expect, this would take lots of courage as the thought of drowning would scare you at any age. This is the story of how I displayed acts of courage when learning how to

My obsession with finding out what makes the human body ill and how to heal it back into peak shape began when I was only a child around the age of five. I had a fake plastic syringe, which was mostly used to drench my family in water and to pretend to give myself shots with. One day, my grandma was feeling qualmish and being the adventurous child that I was, I tried giving her “medicine” to make her feel better. This “medicine” was my minuscule syringe filled to the top with water from the sink. I pretended to inject my grandma with it and she played along, making it seem like she became rejuvenated. I felt accomplished and ever since that day my love for medicine actualized.

Even forgetting the appearance of the school outside it, my classroom was an escape. My teacher, Mrs. Waterman, had an effervescent personality that bubbled over and spilled throughout the classroom. Her favorite words in the classroom were “Great effort!,” “That looks great!,” of the ever-present “Stupendous job!” Everything, from the colored magnets on the pure white whiteboard to the polychromatic rug helped make you feel happy, bright, and positive. Once I stepped inside, a pleasant aura of welcoming enveloped you, causing her room to be quite the popular destination for lunch breaks. When I walked towards her classroom on that fateful day, she was waiting at the door with a perky smile, ready to welcome me. I felt my mouth form into a return grin, and went into the coat room, whose only real purpose was to store the bags of the students, without hesitation. As I put my bag away, my sinus’ filled with the smell of whatever the lunch ladies were making in the cafeteria. Today, the malodor closely resembled something like pureed snails. I was glad I packed my own lunch.

I am very worried of this scab scalp picking habit of mine. I would get lightheaded and bleed after I would pick a scab my scalp. That's probably why I am not thinking straight, feeling disorganized, and feeling lazy at some times. I would think that I need to pick all of my scabs, but really I need to immediately stop now. I may have to consult a counselor or just simply talk to my mom about this, but I'm just putting this out