Visiting Patient

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” thought Susan, “these awful nights of not sleeping. I didn’t get to sleep last night until 2 am, and then I had to be up at 5:30 am to get to the hospital for clinical. That’s not enough sleep. I feel like I’m stumbling through the day.” She said a silent prayer that she would not harm anyone during her clinical shift and continued driving to the hospital.

My hospital bed was ice cold and the bleak and empty white walls depressed me as the uncomforting thought that I would have to stay here for maybe another week brought tears to my eyes. The usual and oppressive smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as I recalled that night in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, as I had done everyday since the accident. It was the day everything changed and my life was turned upside down. Forever.

I had a never ending list of patients to see, all of which also had a never ending list of questions to ask. Going through my routine, I worked my way down the list of patients. Then I found a familiar looking name, Sarah T. LiCari. Walking into the room I did my usual greeting. I noticed that she looked a bit different, but I could not quite put my finger on it. Had she lost weight? Did she do something to her hair? Was it just the new winter jacket? Regaining my focusI began to look over the lab results that were sent back from a hospital in Pittsburgh. They did not look good. There was no reason to try and sugar coat the situation, so I told Sarah outright what the results concluded. I could see the slight drop in her features. Knowing there was not a cure for the disease I told her about a new drug trial that was going on that she could be a subject in. This appeared to catch her interest a little, but I could see that her eyes drifted to focus on the model that sat on the windowsill behind me depicting a liver with cirrhosis. I felt some pity for the girl. She was quite young to have developed liver cirrhosis. I could tell she had zoned out by now, so I wrote down everything I was telling her to look at when sh got home. Sarah and her mother then left. It was just another day at the

Client mentioned that she had a busy good week. She will be staying with her aunt this summer, and she will be able to save some money as she has found two jobs. Moreover, she mentioned that her aunt, who is a Therapist, would look after her and help her find a local Bereavement Counsellor, who can help her to cope with bereavement while studying and working two jobs. Client stated that since her father's death, her perception of time has slowed down. She also mentioned that she recently realised that her father was a secure base for her and that now she is trying to find new principles that can provide that secure base. Client stated that sometimes worries to have lost her positive personality and to never feel well again.

I have always understood that life is uncertain, and what lies beyond our peripheral field of vision cannot be predicted fully. Regardless, it is still necessary for us to try our best to prepare ourselves for the future, leading me to incessantly plan for the worst-case scenario. It is never too early to be prepared, regardless whether it is useful or not, and I believed that I was prepared. Or so I thought. However, no amount of imagination and planning could possibly prepare a person for the process of loss and grief.

The general public understanding of hospitalization is that it is a simplistic process. However, not all patients who arrive at the emergency department are admitted. The patient's journey from admission to discharge is a multi-faceted pathway that involves professionals from various disciplines. This paper will analyze the hospitalization of a seventy-eight-year-old male patient, henceforth referred to as Rick, exploring the circumstances that led to his admission to hospital, the roles of nurses and interprofessional (IP) teams in maximizing the client's health, nursing considerations and discharge planning.

When a patient walks into a health care center, their doctor might test them for any kind of drug use without their consent. Some patients refuse this idea, claiming that it violates the moral right they are entitled to. There is in fact, a law that protects this right; the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (HIPPA), a 1996 Federal law that restricts access to individuals ' private medical information. However, physicians have a growing concern that they will be held liable for deaths or accidents stemming from drug overdoses or unreported drugs interfering with their patient’s procedure. Drug testing, even without the patient’s consent, should be allowed for health care providers to use as they think necessary due to the

I could do nothing to give any glimmer of hope in remission their suffering. Every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoon before shadowing Dr. S, I silently stacked cups next to the water dispenser, replaced empty Kleenex boxes on the shelf, and was present to help invigorate and comfort the weeping. Small things don't change the world, but better in the spirit of collective solitude after the difficult conversation about the poor prognosis. This was when I had the incredible honor to get to know her. She wrestled with afflictions in her life but couldn’t overcome any. Behind her lucid, friendly smile and strikingly grit in her eyes was a disheartening story of a mother who, before her eyes, had lost her 4 month old son to SIDS. “Everything

Another day went by at the Brookville general Hospital. And It felt great to be there because I learn something new every time. As usual, my shift started with the morning report. After that I headed to my assigned patient who had left hip replacement, which was my first time dealing with a patient with a hip replacement. Even though, I felt that there is not much I can for my patient other than morning care and vital signs. But it was still great to learn about the correct position for patients who had a hip replacement. I also got the chance to see a physiotherapist teaching the patient about the exercises that can help to improve recovery. It was interesting to see all that. My assigned patient was discharged during my shift so I helped

A simple deep breath to clear my mind before a visit (rather than praying that I don’t screw-up) is so mollifying. As I stated at mid-term, I realize a quiet mind makes visits much more enjoyable. Perhaps this is due to my continued confidence and comfort in simply letting things play out. Ceasing to make it about me. More and more often during a patient encounter I sense we are sitting in Holiness. My silence is often the anchor of this Holiness.

Seeing the EKG monitor rolling into the nurses office made my heart drop. The time to show off my knowledge was officially here. Mrs. Gilbreath, Max, Mrs. Whitehead and my other 3 classmates were all in the nurses office preparing the room for our future patients. My classmate Marcus was my practice person.

Bright lights, doctors coming in and out of this big open cool feeling room so rapidly, that I can’t keep up with the names with the faces, I smell a faint chlorine smell, almost to where it burns my nose. I am nervous. Sweat is dripping off my forehead, slowly making its way down to my gown. I remember thinking to myself that when I stand up next, it’s going to look like wet myself. Now another thing I have to worry about. “Is this really the day, is this day really happening” I thought to myself. Then again, another doctor comes in the room, so calm, his hands looked like they were floating, but so precise. This guy knows what he’s doing “I said to myself under my breath. I could barley breath. My imagination started to take over with worries,

I started preparing for the arrival of my new patient. Sarah is what I would call her. As soon as I finished assessing my current patients, the phone rung. It was the emergency room with report on my new patient.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I gripped my coffee firmly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms. Checking on patients and doing their daily rounds. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air. I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.

Jane’s attitude towards the yellow wallpaper changes over time, as she uses her diary to spill out her feelings as a venting outlet. Prior to the wallpaper, her thoughts were concentrated on being a writer and her husband sarcastic belittling remarks towards her. After a while, the reader connects her description of the wallpaper to her mental internal state without realizing. As an individual who understands her condition better than her well-known physician does, she acknowledges her sickness in the mind; she gives up trying to convince him otherwise, as she states, “you see he does not believe I am sick! and what can one do? (Gilman 647). Jane takes matter in her own hand and indulges herself with the wallpaper to free herself from the oppression and she “reinvent and reimagine a world of her own device” (Barbara Suess