Summary Of ' Closing The Door Behind Himself On The Hospital Room '

Jenna’s head throbbed, her eyes were hazy, she blinked struggling to make out her surroundings. She became conscious of a wetness on my arms and torso. Craning her head downwards she acknowledged the pool of crimson blood seeping from her forearms. The memory of drawing those thin lines replayed within her head, the distraction of the physical pain from the psychological battle. Having awoken from fainting after a loss of blood she felt faint and dizzy.

Tobias Wolff’s short story, “That Room” is a very suspenseful story that has the reader on the edge of their seat while reading it. Suspense and excitement is created through the plot and theme of the story which are both developed through four main literary devices. In the story, the narrator is put into what is potentially a life or death situation and it is at this point that he becomes aware that one is never really in full control of his or her own life. Throughout this literary analysis I will discuss the plot and theme of the story in terms of how Wolff uses setting, tone, characterization, and symbolism to enhance both the theme and the plot.

Hospital Sketches is a compilation of three short stories based on the letters Louisa May Alcott sent home to her family in Concord, Massachusetts during the six weeks she spent as a volunteer nurse for the Union Army in Georgetown, which lies just outside of Washington, D.C. Alcott explains her decision to become a nurse and the journey from Massachusetts to Washington, D.C. in the first story. The second story describes her duties at the hospital, which included washing and feeding the wounded, assisting the doctors, and cheering up the men. In the finally story, Alcott recounts her own experience with typhoid fever and the journey home with her father. Alcott did survive the fever, but never returned to nursing. She includes a small postscript at the end of the book where she describes the hospital in a bit more detail, especially the disorganized management, the doctors, and the African-Americans who helped her at the hospital.

Patient A was then admitted to Hospital A, which is known to be one of the best hospitals in town. Patient A has never been hospitalized before. She is also scared and worried about her surgery. The surgical oncologist communicates effectively about the procedures. Before the surgery, the surgical oncologist held Patient A’s hand and comforted Patient A not to worry too much because she is in good hand. After the surgery, Patient A woke up in the PACU (recovery room). Patient A was then transferred to a hospital room. Patient A said, “the room is clean and have a window with a beautiful view,” (Patient A, personal communication, February 23, 2015). Even though Patient A is still in pain, the nice and beautiful hospital environment makes her feel at ease.

Kristien was struggling to sleep. It was night, she knew, because Israel had told her good night. Her wrist hurt really badly, but what could she do, she was a prisoner. It wouldn’t hurt as much if the cuff wasn’t pressing on it, but the cuff was, and she couldn’t move the cuff, it was secure. She knew what had happened. Chandrogana had accidentally hurt her wrist, but she didn’t know if it was just twisted, sprained or broken. By the time the doctor came to see her, her eyes were watering, it hurt so badly. The doctor came in, and didn’t say a word to Kristien. Just went to the panel in the wall. He scanned his handprint, and then typed in instructions. The one cuff on her hurting wrist, the left one, uncuffed, and Kristien felt a little bit of relief. But it was still very, very painful.

Analyzing the journey of a hospitalized patient is imperative in nursing practice in order to produce holistic, strengths based care (Gottlieb, 2014). When examining the patient and his or her journey, it is crucial for the nurse to explore many factors including the patient’s personal history leading up to admission, the unique and individualized care plan, impacting strengths and gaps within the healthcare system, as well as the factors affecting discharge care and planning. For the purpose of this paper, a patient by the name of Anna will be explored in order to highlight essential aspects associated with providing holistic care.

As suddenly as a gale rips through the stillness of a wintery day, Stephano's eyes opened. For a fraction of a second, he was lost in a void of darkness. Blinded and in a slight panic from being woken so suddenly, the statue reached to touch the maternal figure he felt was beside him. His fingers fell through empty air, as his vision adjusted to the moonlight to discover he was alone in the bed. Underneath the dusty covers in the disheveled room he'd entered just hours earlier, the golden man realized his dream had ended. Reality, once again, had him back in its grasp.

Some nights he even let himself imagine what it would be like to fall asleep next to someone again, they arms around him or their head on his chest, the warmth of them holding onto him, fingers interlaced as they slept. Sam thought about what it would be like to be touched, and while it made him ache, it comforted him enough to let him fall

Dr. Fujii was the proprietor of a peculiarly Japanese institution: a private, single doctor hospital. His hospital was next to the Kyo River, and next to the bridge at the same name, contained 30 rooms for the patients and their kinfolk. Dr. Fujii had only straw mats for his patients and not beds. He did have some modern equipment- an X-ray machine, diathermy apparatus, and a fine tiled laboratory. The structure rested 2/3 on the land, one-third on piles over the tidal waters of the Kyo. He now only had two patients, women from Yano, injured in the shoulder, and a young man of 25 recovering from burns from the steel factory. Dr. Fujii had six nurses to tend his patients. His wife and children

‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.

The slow rays of the first morning light begin to peak pleasantly through the gap between the two linen curtains. Although my eyes are severely tiered and the light stings, I can’t help but stare at how beautiful it looks. I begin to stroke the pure white cotton sheets; stroking the crisp creases of it in the palm of my hands. Due to the sun’s beams, my son’s soft blonde hair glistens gently resting on his forehead. The fresh bandages are neatly wrapped just above his bushy eye brows covering the wound underneath. They stare at me, shamming me for the awful incident of yesterday. Will it leave a scar? What will he say when he wakes up laying between these blank walls?

The overall functionality of how a psychiatric unit works and what kind of patients are admitted and treated at a particular institute as shown in the video served to be highly interesting for me as it allowed its viewers to really understand the different perspectives and on what basis are individuals considered to be patients. Based on the video, the patient that I would experience difficulty when encountering is Ann as throughout the video the doctors seemed to be experiencing complications when communicating with her as she showed signs of hostility and had to be held down by the institute’s personnel. Also, she expressed episodes of violent behavior and began to show extreme emotion such as yelling, crying and screaming when doctors tried

Karamatsu turned his attention towards the guy, “Ahh, it’s not a problem!” It was nothing, Choromatsu couldn’t fix with his healing magic.

The room is dim with the night light on, and my wife sleeps on her first night home. She’s in hospice, and I stand by her bed. With my free hand, I gently rub her fingers. My other hand grips the rail behind the seizure cushions.

Awakening with a headache, I groggily sit up. Looking to my left, there's a shower curtain. Everything's white; white clock, white bed, white curtain, white floor... It's a hospital room. I then stand up and almost fall over, my knees buckling.