Rheumatology-Personal Narrative

I had been cringing about day for so long. I was completely terrified to go into that room. As the door opened I was exposed to a cold draft and I could feel the dense air. The day I was told this needed to be done was horrifying, and now it’s actually happening. They rolled me over to a new bed and I looked around seeing doctors everywhere. There was a table that they rolled next to me and on it was things that I can’t even explain. They put a green mask on me with tubes going through both sides of it. They told me I’d get drowsy and all of the sudden I closed my eyes and it was happening. I was getting knee surgery.

It was at some point before being given anesthesia that my vital signs lowered and I began going into shock. It was also during this time that I had my near death experience. During this experience or vision, I saw a long tunnel with a bright white light at the end of it. I felt myself going towards the light and my body felt relaxed and warm. I do not remember anything else after that until I woke up in recovery. Upon awaking the first thing I said to my husband was, “I think I almost died.” He asked, “Why would you think that?” I told him about my vision or experience. He later told me that the surgeon had come out and told them I had internal bleeding and was very lucky to be

My time in the hospital was such a haze, in what felt like a day or so a total of was 2 weeks had passed. Going home was a strange feeling since I had almost forgot what home was being gone so long from it. When the doctor had removed the wrapping around my head, it was like all the memory of the event had been released at once. The story of how my sister had dug her nail in my eye and subsequent reenactment. I never expected to have my sight be scared by such a close person and fro them to repeat their action twice. I was in my room that Thursday afternoon having just come back from school I was placing my backpack to the side when it happened.

Rheumatoid Arthritis or (RA) is an autoimmune disease that attacks the joints and connective tissue. The result is inflammation that produces permanent damage in the joints. Rheumatoid arthritis is a chronic syndrome that tends to be progressive and destructive as compared to Osteoarthritis or (OA), which is more of an age related disease caused by “wear and tear” of the joints. In contrast to (OA), rheumatoid arthritis is characterized by inflammation mostly of the joints, but is a general body disease.

When we finally got there the mom that drove us there dropped us off at the emergency center and left because she had to go to work. While we were in the waiting room I was trying to convince my mother to get us a taxi and leave because I didn’t want to have stitches. She wasn’t going to let me go home though. After about five minutes go by and a doctor came out and called us into a room that she made sure I had to get stitches. It was a short girl that couldn’t speak greek very well with black hair and dark skin. She said I would have to have three to four stitches. After she left to get the doctor who was actually going to give me the stitches I got scared and I had goosebumps all over my arms. The doctor came in five to ten minutes later and he asked me and my mother a bunch of questions before he started the surgery. After that he warned my mom that she might get dizzy watching the surgery. When he started the surgery he put a blue plastic on top of me, gave me an anesthetic pill, and gave me the

Wrapped in my new blanket, IV still in my vein, my bed was wheeled down the hall into a room I had never seen before. Everything smelled of bleach and alcohol, burning the insides of my nose. Everything around the room was noise to me, for the only thing that stole my attention was the operating table, center stage under countless lights.

The pathophysiology of Rheumatoid Arthritis or RA includes cartilage damage. The cartilage damage results in; neutrophils and cells in the synovial fluid being activated and the surface layer of articular cartilage degraded, cytokines and tumor necrosis factor alpha result chondrocytes to attack cartilage, and the synovium. The phagocytes of inflammation ingest immune complexes and degrade synovial tissue and articular cartilage. In addition, the immune systems B and T lymphocytes are activated. The B lymphocytes produce more RFs and the T lymphocytes produce enzymes that amplify and perpetuate the inflammatory response. There is a large supply of the targeted self-antigens that perpetuate the inflammatory response and formation of immune complexes. Both the

Right then, I started to remember when I was 6 years old. I was in the doctor’s office about to get my flu shots. I sat down at the table. I really did not want to get those shots, I thought it would hurt so bad. The next thing I knew the nurse started to walk into the little room, holding her little kit. Then the nurse walked over to me and grabbed the needle, about to give me my shots. Then I started to feel the IV go into my hand, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought though. The nurse wrapped my hand with a bandage, again and again. I was so glad that IV was over. After the nurse got done wrapping my hand, she walked out of the room. I looked at my mom, I could tell she was happy, just by looking at the smile on her face. Well now that the IV is over, I have to get the surgery over with. The nurse walked back into the

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I had to be there at 5am for my surgery. I got there and checked in and waited for what seemed like eternity and they got all my information and then I finally got to go back to the room to sit and wait. I had to change in to a gown and they took my vitals and got me hooked up to an I.V. They got me hooked up and made me go pee. I had to wait for a couple of hours until it was time to go to the back. The nurses brought a wheelchair and I had to ride in it. I got back to the room where I was going to have my surgery. They laid me on the bed and gave me some medicine through my I.V. That is the last thing I

My sister rushed into the hospital at the speed of a cheetah, alerting the nurses that I felt I was going into labor and something didn’t feel right. They hurried out, wheelchair in hand and retrieved me while my sister grabbed my stuff, in the process feeling subtle pains in my abdomen. The second they got me into the freezing room, they ushered me to the stiff bed and waited while Dr. Winters came in. Nurses trying to calm me down as I was in hysteria for only being 7 months into the pregnancy. “What is going on with my babies?! Please

The incessant noise of my alarm clock at six in the morning was the last thing I wanted to hear after an arduous, sleepless night full of abdominal pain. No healthy amount of painkillers could stop it. Pressing my hands together in prayer, I asked for nothing else but to be rid of that awful pain. Little did I know, a few hours, a scalpel, and a large cyst later, my wish would be granted.

I can remember sitting in a cold hospital chair, waiting for my name to be called. I hear breathing and the soft murmurs of the others who are there for their own reasons. It takes me by surprise when my mom nudged my arm, letting me know it was my turn to be seen. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of what if and we’re lucky were okay. When the nurse left us in the room she took all noise and left only silence. My heart started to beat like a caged bird in my chest, my palms and back began to perspire, and my words tumbled out. The secret that felt dark to me for so long was released from the depths of my conscience and I knew there was no turning back. All my late night googling and library searching lead up to that precise moment, when

This study included a total of two hundred (n=200) clinical samples from 100 immunocompromised patients (43 men, 57 women; average age 16-90 years) as 70 Bronchoalveolar lavage (BAL), 21sputum samples and 9 pleural fluids, with underlying diseases; 22 leukemia,17solid tumor, 15 lymphomas, 12 chronic pulmonary obstruction disease(CPOD), 10 asthma(steroid therapy) 10 rheumatoid arthritis(cytotoxic therapy), 8 solid-organ transplantation and 6 Multiple myeloma with clinical suspicion of pneumocystosis (Appendix-A). Control group included 100 samples( 50 Bronchoalveolar lavage (BAL), 30 sputum samples and 20 pleural fluids) from immunocompetent individuals were collected from of in-and out patients

As I slowly opened my eyes and drew in a breath, I started to realize where I was, I didn’t quite remember how I got there but I know that somehow I ended up in a hospital. There was a nurse in there who suddenly let out a gasp. Odd I thought, she quickly rushed out of the room and in what felt like an hour but really was a minute, came back with my parents and a doctor. My mom was sobbing and ran over to embrace me in a huge hug. After giving my mom and I a minute, the doctor walked over to me and started to explain what happened.