The Death Of The Hospital

Sinclair memorial hospital has the following background information: 305 bed acute care facility, 6,300 in patient visits, 17,000 emergency patients yearly, 13,600 clinic visits and 8,500 outpatient visits. Services offered by the facility include: community health care, primary care, home health care, and cancer care. Before entering the HIM department there is a code of dressing that is expected. For the IT department, a casual wear is recommended but the most important part is the identification badge which has to visible all the time. The identification badge shows one is an employee in a particular department and also allows the accessibility of restricted areas within the organization. The facility has to be accessible to the public but The HIM department is expected to be secure in order to keep other employees and unauthorized persons from accessing and accessibility can achieved through authorization and permission are coded in the badge Recording is procedural, for example when a patient is brought by an ambulance, the nurse starts electronic recording through documentation and the health care information is kept throughout the period the patient is being taken care of by other health providers

I need you home now.” This was my wakeup call and I knew that I had to hurry home. “I’m coming home now mom. I’ll be there in a bit. Everything is going to be alright.” Keeping my composure I went to the NHS president and told her that I had a family emergency and that I had to go. For some reason she was giving me a hard time about it but after seeing my eyes she asked if everything was alright. I just said I had to go and she finally let me go without asking anything further of me. I darted out of the cafeteria doors taking a right on the first floor hall way on the east side of the building and then a left I went through one of the schools entrances on 59th court. I live on the same street as the school just three miles away. At that moment I felt stranded. I did not have my “proper gear” to run it as fast as I could and at the time for some reason I did not bring my car to school. However, I knew I had to get home fast so I took off. As the cars passed me I lost myself in my head. I was not crying or even sad. I was unsure of how I should react. Then the thoughts of what if I never get to talk to him again ran through my head. That is when the tears started to pour down my cheeks as I continued to pant.

I came home one day to see both of my parents sad. As a third grader, I didn’t completely understand at the time, but my father had been laid off from the job he’d had since his teenage years. My father had started at the age of eighteen as a student worker at Southern Miss, and after years of hard work he had been promoted to the manager of shipping and receiving on campus. When the recession struck, the need to save money resulted in his position being terminated. My father was without a job. My father loved that job and when he lost it, he changed. He found a new love, alcohol. He let his love for alcohol become an addiction. He would do anything for alcohol; he even had secret stashes when my mom had removed all the prior alcohol from the house. Quickly my father became a violent drunk and began to routinely beat my mother and me. He became unstoppable; no person could get him back on track so my mother, in an attempt to keep me safe, removed him from the house. Even my mother’s best efforts weren’t always enough, as my father constantly broke into our house. One day my mother and I came home and my father was waiting in our den with a gun. We walked in, he pointed the gun at us, and then back at himself. He couldn’t decide to kill my mother, himself, or just all of us. He had more hatred in his eyes

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

over night Adrian flew to Des Moines, got into the airport's terminal around half an hour before midnight and waited for his morning connecting flight. Him and Ronela were exchanging text messages throughout the night. During the wee hours of the morning, it seemed to him like everyone had left the place, the place was deserted, a ghost town where my son (16 years old) was left completely alone in the terminal..when the temperature dropped..., "I was very cold, I put on everything I had, my sweater and jacket, hat and still was very cold"said Adrian. At a time a lonely janitor passed by and " I tried to talk to him" He said to me through the phone "where is everybody?" Adrian asked him, "I don't know" was his only answer. It's hard to believe, as a father it brakes my heart, no one cared, no one looked around to see a 16 years old boy left there by himself, everybody went home or in their own cocoon... I would expect in a situation like that, someone should have looked around, ask about his whereabouts, put him in a lounge or a smaller room with some other people. How would you feel having someone close to you completely worried, isolated and scared... not to mention this boy is my son. I was heart broken and very sad...

The Johns Hopkins Hospital, located in Baltimore, MD, is one of the greatest institutions in modern medicine. Established in 1889 from the donation of philanthropist Johns Hopkins, the hospital and university serve millions of patients annually for emergency, inpatient, and outpatient visits. Patient care is the focus of Johns Hopkins vision. The hospital uses quality care and innovation to enhance patient care. It is the hospital’s goal to have great precision, safety, comfort, coordination, and improved workflow to achieve an outstanding customer experience. An added feature to the customer experience are the design elements that can be found flowing throughout their newest facilities which helps foster healing and stress free environments. From the dramatic art collections that fill the walls and windows of patients rooms, to its 20-year reign as U.S. News and World Report’s “Best Hospital”, Johns Hopkins has made its mark on society. At some point, however, every great dynasty loses its ranks. Unfortunately, Johns Hopkins is no different. With the creation of a federally-mandated patient satisfaction survey for Medicare and Medicaid reimbursement, the stakes for high ratings is of fiscal importance. In an effort to increase its patient satisfaction ratings, the hospital created performance measurements to highlight strengths and areas of improvement with patient outcomes. The implementation of this new initiative, the Patient Toolbox, considers the fundamental reasons

Throughout my childhood my mother had severe bipolar disorder and took her daily rage out on my three siblings, my father and myself. My oldest brother, Nick, was impacted by her behavior and grew into a violent child. When my parents were gone Nick was the babysitter. I was weak and defenseless—an easy target for the outlet of his anger. He formed an alliance with our siblings and tormented me with every opportunity. Eventually, I developed a fear of my siblings in addition to my established fear of my mom. This fear turned into depression and self-doubt. For years I dreaded being at home where I was blanketed by harassment and blame, so I actively sought out opportunities to escape.

The perception about certain people many times can be a brutal barrier in communication with someone. Working in a hospital I found out that I tend to be very negative about people who are heavy drug users. In this paper, I would like to share my experience of being negative towards those kind of people and how I changed my perspective about them.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

In the article, The Case of the Unhealthy Hospital, written by Anthony R. Kovner, a through description of a struggling hospital, Blake Memorial Hospital, is given. This paper is a SWOT analysis, and addresses the strengths and weaknesses within the hospital, as well as opportunities and threats outside of the hospital and in the surrounding community.

The problem at Memorial Hospital is the focus on costs instead of health care. When a health care provider does not take the primary business as the core value of the operation and make strategic and tactical decisions based primary on costs, it decreases the consumers’ (patients) satisfaction in long run. As consumers reduce or stop purchasing goods and services from the hospital, hospital may make more cost oriented decisions and falls into a negative cycle. Eventually the hospital may face the fate of loosing business to competitors and the possibility of closing the door.

The unhealthy hospital case is about a hospital named Blake Memorial that has been in a very bad shape, lacks in providing the best quality of care, is in debt, and financially imbalanced. It is important for a healthcare set up to maintain balance in the financial system so the stakeholders and customers who are the patients their interests are met. If the hospital is lacking in providing the best quality of care for its community and the community is in high needs of the care than the CEO’s of the hospitals need to make a change. The patients (customers) look for getting the best services and better results from a hospital and the stakeholder’s looks for better profitable gain from their business by running the hospitals. In this case

An hospital is an institution for health care and patient treatment provided by specialized and experienced staff and equipment and often but it is not always providing for longer-term patient stays.

I was only four years old when my mother was murdered by my father I was there when it all started and I was there when it ended. Her death was a quick one so I was happy that she didn’t have to go through a painful death like the ones that I would have to witness first hand. After my mother’s death my life has been full of pain and sorrow. I miss mother but I know missing her won’t do me any good. The instant that father had murdered mother he put me inside of a facility where kids are not wanted.