Personal Narrative: What Makes The Human Body Ill

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.

Hispanic cultures and population has experienced an immense growth in the past decade in the United States of America. In 2010 it is estimated that Hispanics cover 16 % of the population in The United States of America. A significant majority of Hispanics origin is in Mexico and the few Spanish speaking countries in the Caribbean. American culture is based from people who came from the European countries like Italy and the Great Britain. Cultural diversity is very important for every ethnic group as it shapes the culture of that particular group and therefore, certain cultures cannot realize their own values and beliefs until it has been exposed to another one.

Young or old, we have all once used homemade remedies to heal burns, get out stains, or relieve treacherous acne, but what if those silly tricks went a step further and cured critical illnesses? At the start of the American society, before the increased technological and medical advances, the ill did not have the convenient access to a drugstore located on almost every corner to pick up Tylenol or Nyquil; they lived a holistic lifestyle. By having this, “holistic approach to life, equilibrium of the mind, body, and the environment, and an emphasis on health rather than on disease,” (United States) ancient society focused on their bodies rather than the illness they possessed. People in current society should begin to shift into the use of natural

I had such a great day at clinical yesterday. I was finally able to see a vaginal delivery and that entire process. When I arrived in the morning, the mom had just received Cytotec, to help induce labor and ripen her cervix. She was forty-one weeks and zero. Around ten thirty in the morning, she asked for her epidural to manage her pain. We bolused her with fifteen hundred milliliters of lactated ringers to prevent hypotension. Shane was the certified registered nurse anesthesiologist (CRNA) who administered the epidural. It was very cool watching him administer all the needed pain relief medication before he administered the epidural to make sure that it would be placed in the epidural space in the spine. Then administered a small test dose, waited till a few blood pressures were taken, then administered the remaining about through an epidural pump. After the epidural was administered, I was able to administer her foley catheter. I was so happy that I was finally able to place one. I learned a few tricks from Maura (my nurse) as well. She taught me that it was easier to take the top off of the lubricant syringe and to place the tip of the foley inside of the syringe, that way it will not wiggle around and become unsterile. She also taught me to grab from the bottom of the labia and pull up, that way it ensures that I will have a clear entrance to

When it comes to my mental health, I can honestly say so far in my personal life, I have never experienced with any mental health issues. I think that I am very unaware what people go through when they have a mental health issue and I would really like to know more about the different mental health problems. People whom I am close with that have experience with mental health. My sister suffers from anxiety, but not severely. I have a few cousins whom I am close to that have experienced with mental health problems. One of my cousins suffers from the mental illness, anorexia. My sisters and I were very close to her when we were younger, but when her mental illness took over her life, she became a different person.

Looking through the dusty back window of the 1998 Volkswagen we were in, I sat and watched the colony disappear from view as the dark night began to swallow it whole. I had wanted to leave for forever, but there was always a firm grasp which kept me there, my family. A single tear slips from my eye, rolls down my wind-burnt cheek, and clings tightly to my chin before its final descent into the open air. As a child, I too clung tightly to familiarity, but now, with my future at stake, it's time to flee, to leave behind everything, and embrace the rush of the unknown. I reach my hand across the center console and rest it on the back of Ethan’s soft hand. The warmth of his love momentarily fills the lull in my heart where my

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.

It’s a struggle to get out of bed sometimes, I often just sit there struggling to comprehend the sequence of events which have taken place over the past year. I mean, I’m used to this now, its normal to me, but the fact that this has happened and that I am now ‘disabled’ as people would put it is hard to get my head around. And every time I look down I’m reminded of the pain and the struggle I faced, it’s a physical scar which links me to my grueling past, a physical and emotional journey.

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

The cause of the collapse of Western Roman Empire can be explained through various reasons. One influence that caused the Roman Empire to collapse is the Internal divisions of Rome. Between 316 and the end of 476 AD, the western Empire had experienced more than six major civil wars. Emperors were constantly murdered while the generals were carrying out wars against one another. Inevitably, all the wars and conflicts that were caused within Rome itself had drained the last economic resources of what they have had.

In the book The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, young Pearl is used mainly as symbols throughout the novel. As the daughter of the Hester, the adulterer, she is viewed as a witch and the beast who put the letter on her mother’s chest. She is a unique and interesting character that Hawthorne gives many concealed symbols to. Because she is a child, Pearl can naturally sense the emotions of adults.

My earliest childhood memory supporting my passion for medicine took place in a science camp when I was in 3rd grade. The instructor had us stand back as she lifted a heavy bucket onto the picnic table. The sensation of my nose burning was new to me. Out of the formaldehyde, she ladled 6 sheep eyeballs for dissection. To this day, I see the marbled blue jelly of the vitreous

“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

“Sam,” said Henry, the mayor. “We need you to find the mythical harp of healing.”

I was only twenty-five years old when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Twenty-five. While the most important dilemma that weighed on the minds of most girls that age was probably what centerpiece to choose for their wedding tables, I was running around, desperately trying to find a surgeon who would take two ticking time bombs off my chest. It is truly hilarious how simple life was before my diagnosis; back to when I did not know what BRCA, mastectomy, and chemotherapy meant. Back to when the biggest worry on my mind was planning for my wedding and planning for my future children. Ignorance is truly bliss.