The Blue Green Anesthesia Mask Essay

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

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.

I kept my eyes closed shut on the way in. I held my breath as If I were going diving, but I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I knew I had to stay still or else, so I peeked and I saw the red light. It was beaming down on my chest, as I lay there, hopeless as the bed shifted side to side. The only thing that came to mind was the panic button, a grey clicker with a large red button. Yet, all I could think of is if I pressed it, I would have to start all over.

Being only a measly volunteer for my high school HOSA (Health Occupations Students of America) program, I am not allowed to participate in much, leaving a lot of down time. I hear the sound of rushed feet pacing up and down the light brown, wooden floors, and the white, florescent lights blind any who dare to gaze up. I am only here to observe surgeries and injuries, yet so far I have only managed to observe impatient nurses streamlining up and down pallid hallways. I glance upward to a clock staring at me from right across the room. It glares 8:48. I moan, realizing I have another thirty minutes before I have to head to school. I turn my head when I hear in the distance an unusually loud herd of frantic feet. Moments later the double doors blast open, paramedics, doctors, and nurses all surround one speeding bed. The transition from utter silence to sudden action throws off my relaxed and daydreaming mind, as I see the ominous bed hurdle its way into an open room down the

This is my ninth clinical shift with my preceptor at Saunders Medical Center in Wahoo, NE, and it was on May 15, 2018 (Wednesday). Today I had the chance to work back in the OR. I had the choice to stay after my shift to place an IV in a treatment room patient, so I did as well. My duties were to place IV’s, gather report, preoperative care, a little bit of postoperative care, and helping clean up the OR after surgery. The patient census included: K. S. a 51-year-old female scheduled for a laparoscopic cholecystectomy with intraoperative cholangiogram; and T. M. a 30-year-old male scheduled for excision sebaceous cysts x2 scalp with full thickness skin graft from left neck donor site. Plus, one IV on a treatment patient, which I don’t have the information for this patient because I was only going in to place the IV. It was an eventful day and I learned how to work under pressure when things can turn for the worse in OR; it was a learning experience and I’m forever grateful! My shift started

Terrified was an understatement. “Surgery….surgery…surgery…” was the only word that I heard echoed through the room , and suddenly images of knifes and flesh being cut invaded my ten years old mind. Peritonitis, was what I had, “unfortunately” I thought then, yet “fortunately” I know now. My calling in life was then discovered and for that I will be forever grateful. Petrified and alone, I was yearning for someone to understand my fear and explain what is about to happen to me; to clarify what the doctors said. That 's when a Physician Assistant walked in and changed my life forever. I will always remember Julie 's smile and reassuring voice which filled me with a sense of calm and genuine comfort. She was carrying a doll and highlighted what my surgery was all about. As I lay in bed recovering after surgery, I decided that one day I will be like Julie and I will help people feel secure and safe in the healthcare setting.

It was five minutes to 11:00PM on Friday the 13th, and Dr. Jordan Alexander stood at the unit secretary’s desk in the emergency room of San Antonio Memorial Hospital. She sipped her iced coffee and casually glanced at her watch, waiting for her shift to begin. So far, it was quiet, but like most overnight shifts, that was bound to change in a heartbeat.

As we waited my brother and I took a stroll around the hospital before we would have to leave to go back to school. When we walked around I noticed of all the things I hate about hospitals(prepositional), the worst one is looking around and seeing every room filled with a person that is unwell. His surgery lasted longer than the surgeon expected. It ended up being five hours long, which that is a long time to be under anesthesia. Finally, the surgeon came out saying the surgery went well, there was however a complication where his stomach was attached to his pancreases they had to take part of his stomach out as well as the 60% of his

A cold wind blows, and hearts are heavy. A death mask is placed upon the face the deceased Inupiat man. Though masks are used for stories and ceremonies, they also serve as a method of keeping the spirits away from the recently deceased. Enter Inupiat mask culture. A intricate craft, coupled with their shamanistic belief system, that was an important part of Inupiat culture.

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 to me “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 light in the room was coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein “What happened here? Why is the door barricaded with furniture?”

Mom, Morris wants me to tell you to stop smoking because it’s killing you. He will fight for his life, if you fight for yours.

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

The aim of this study is to first identify causes and incidence of cancellations or postponements of same-day elective surgery at Lions Gate Hospital. Secondly, the aim is also to gain a deeper perspective and understanding in the qualitative impact and effect that day-of cancellations, or postponements, has on the patient and their support systems.

As they hover around me like surgeons performing an operation, I gaze around and see nothing. It is completely pitch black. I feel so helpless. I am strapped down to a chair with a bright light shining in what seems to be an underground facility. I respond quickly.

I was rolled into the operation room. The acidic taste in my mouth still lingered from the regional anesthesia medication. Surgeons, nurses, anesthesiologists, and doctors stood there near the entrance, waiting for my arrival. Yet, their faces were unrecognizable due to the surgical masks that concealed their identity. I transferred onto the operation bed with a bright light shining directly on my face. My vision began to blur and I could feel my every heartbeat. Fear engulfed my mind knowing that this would be my first surgical operation. I was uncertain. Could this truly treat my physical disability? General anesthesia was injected into the veins of my arm, and before I knew it, I was unconscious.