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They had Me Strapped into the chair. Fat, rugged leather straps ran across my ankles and wrists binding my constricted body to the resting place of my sanity, or insanity. The room was the essence of blank. It reeked of alcohol, and control. The walls were cocaine white on a brand new car, not a speck of dust anywhere in sight. The ambience did not change even when the nurse opened the door. I watched as her face muscles didn’t move an inch as she looked at me. She was as blank as smooth rock on

This is the story on how I scarred my knee. Let me set the scene. It was a warm, sunny afternoon. My siblings and I were getting off the bus at our usual time. As we were walking up the hill, one of my siblings had said to me, “Bet you can’t catch me!” with a sly look on their face. And being the competitive person I am, I ran after them. When the hill became steeper, it became harder to run up the hill. As we were running up the hill I stepped on my sister’s shoe and it caught onto my flip flop

life. For example, “The Use of Force” is mainly about the power of “mandatory” that the doctor uses during the process when he is trying to examine the sick girl for her health condition. After the doctor and both her parents’ persuasion fail, under the power of “mandatory”, the doctor eventually understands the condition of the little girl. In order to protect Mathilda herself and other children, the doctor had to make sure whether she had diphtheria or not, so that he could treat her in time, since

This counselor called Jeff to see if he could follow-up with his doctor on the paperwork this counselor sent them as nothing has been received yet. Jeff stated, " I was just getting ready to call you I have some not good news." Jeff proceeded to explain that he went to Dr. Snyder last week because he was sick and they drug tested. Jeff stated he thought it was just routine and had nothing to worry about. Two days later Jeff stated he received a call from the doctor's office informing him that there

anesthetics, minimally invasive procedures, and non steroidal medicines were not yet invented. Companies themselves attempted to compensate workers and their businesses income during periods of illness. A lumber company from Tacoma, Washington paid two doctors a fifty cent monthly salary to take care of the workers, an early predecessor to the employer-based insurance policies found in corporations today. By the 1920s, the Baylor University Medical Center had developed the scaffolding for modern day insurance

medicine was causing her confusion. Williams knew she needed a cat scan and a heparin drip and it wasn’t until her doctor was finally called that she received the treatment she needed. Unfortunately, her story is not the only one. In a BuzzFeed video titled My Doctor Didn’t Believe My Pain, women narrate experiences in which they struggled to receive proper healthcare all due to doctors’ disbelieve in their symptoms. These women fought,

“Welcome to Crison City Morning News, Cass.” Even though Evan Taylor looks quite exasperated already, his bright smile is warm and inviting. Cass adjusts the glasses on her nose and looks around the room in indifference, trying to remain calm. She tries to pretend that she did NOT try to find the building in four in the morning. It’s not her fault that she has trouble navigating through the labyrinthine streets of Crison City. But oh my god, she still can’t believe it. She’s in Crison City

Patient: "Hello, Dr. Narainsammy, it's great seeing you again." Me: "The pleasure is all mine. It's been a while since our last appointment. How are you feeling?" Patient: "I've been doing better ever since I started taking the new medication that you prescribed for me, but, I am still experiencing severe headaches." Me: "Well that's certainly a problem that we can fix. Let's discuss your treatment so far and find a way to adjust your current medication." The world as we know it today is not what

A True Eye-Opener It was a Thursday, May 21st in the year 2015. My grandfather had gone into surgery for what was suppose to be the removal of his gallbladder. However, when he came out of surgery, that is when the life of my family and mine changed. It was just suppose to be a simple surgery. The surgeon would look through the scope, locate the gallbladder and the remove it. That wasn’t the case. My grandfather’s gallbladder hadn’t been removed. Instead what the surgeon found was a tumor, a

I was about to fall asleep on my office’s desk drained from the procedure my colleagues and I did for the past 6 hours. My assistant walked into the office which reminded me that i am still working at the hospital. “I need my bed”, says the inner me overwork and irritated. I was thinking and then remembered the procedure. The intense and fast-paced environment still made my heart skip. The voices of my colleagues all talking at the same time, in addition to that, keeping up with the beeping of the