A sharp pain in my side wakes me from my deep sleep. I thrust my body across the side of my bed and vomit into the bucket below. Moments later I hear footsteps approaching my bedroom. My mom peeks her head through my door and frowns when she sees the vomit filled bucket. Although this was a familiar scene for her, I could sense her worry as she wiped my face with a washcloth. “You can’t keep dealing with this,” she says. “I am taking you back to the doctor today.” I nod my head weakly and lie back down. That afternoon my mom takes me to our family doctor. In our last visit, the doctor told us that I was starting with the flu and that it should only last about another week. That was three months ago. We slowly walk into the small building. I sit down while my …show more content…
George how nothing has changed since our last visit. “Well,” he says, “I am still pretty confident that this is viral. It is most likely just lasting a little longer than usual. However, just to be safe, I am going to send her for an ultrasound.” We thank Dr. George and head to the imaging center. It was my first time getting an ultrasound but I didn’t mind it. The clear jelly-like substance they rubbed on my stomach made me laugh. It actually seemed to be going pretty well until the sonographer got a closer look at my right kidney. The expression on her face was clear; pure shock. Whatever she saw, it was bad. Everything went downhill from there. A CT scan and several phone calls were what filled up the rest of that day, but the days that followed were even more stressful. The next day we headed to Hershey to see a Pediatric Urology specialist and he only confirmed our fears. “Well,” the doctor says to my parents, “she has what is called a Ureteropelvic Junction Obstruction. This means that her ureter tube is blocked, but we aren’t sure what is causing the blockage.” He draws a picture to help explain. “Okay,” my dad says while looking at the picture. “So, what can be done to fix
In regard to her ultrasound, we discussed the finding of an echogenic bowel. I was able to get a verbal report on her quad screen that was screen negative with a risk at 1:7000. Even modifying that risk for echogenic bowel, we would still be better than her age based risk which is overall reassuring. We discussed the other etiologies of echogenic bowel including TORCH infections, cystic fibrosis, and bleeding. She has not had any obvious bleeding where we would suspect fetal swallowing, but it is still a possibility. Her CF screen is negative which reduces this risk significantly. I suggested that she have TORCH titers drawn, both IgM and IgG at her next visit for her Glucola in early
One of the last things that surprised me, which is a little more serious is the fact that the doctor could only do one surgery at a time. As a parent, I would be so stressed out over a matter of two days rather than one. Another thing that surprised me about the surgery was the fact that it took them about a yea...
As an ultrasound technician/sonographer I will have the ability to see dangerous defects within the human anatomy and begin a lifelong profession with many benefits. The Ultrasound was first invented in the early 1900’s and was surprisingly not used to produce photos of a fetus. In 1917 Paul Langen a marine life scientist used a form of ultrasound equipment in his attempt to detect submarines. After many failed attempts at using high frequency sound waves Dr. Ian Donald and his team in Glasgow, Scotland invented the first ultrasound machine in 1957. Dr. Donald even tested his machine on patients within a year of completing the invention, by the late 1950’s ultrasounds became routine in Glasgow hospitals.
Ultrasound Technician Ultrasound technicians use sound wave technology to look inside a patient's body to see there organs, veins, babies and even the heart, these pictures then go back to a radiologist for them to let the patient know whats going on with them. In order to become an ultrasound technician you need to do these things, you need to have specific classes taken in high school and college such as biology, chemistry, anatomy and so on. You also need to have at least a bachelor's degree but you would be better off with a doctorates degree which you can get at one of these top health/medical schools, Kettering college, Columbia basin college, or Seattle university or even get your degree online. Ultrasound techs play a very important role in the medical field and you have to have very specific traits in order to make a great sonographer.
Earlier this year I had to go to the doctor and I found out that this area of Texas has very few ultrasound technicians and that they even had to call someone from Arizona to come help. In an area like this where sports is a major part of the culture. Choosing a career like this, in the medical field is a sound decision. The best job for me would have to be an ultrasound technician because the dress code is casual, it requires action, and the pay is good.
The substantial demand for Ultrasound Technicians and the idea that I could potentially help others through my career draws me nearer to this degree. What is an Ultrasound Technician and what do they do? An Ultrasound Technologist helps formulate a diagnosis for a patient. These Techs do this through soundwaves which create an image of the area being scanned. They have several responsibilities, depending on the place in which they work their duties could vary.
To feel something is completely different than knowing you know that as well as I do. Right? What you don't know is I was born to help others. The endless hours, the dark nights, and some obnoxiously early mornings all spent in the hospital is what I love. It will become my new home full of eventful days consisting of helping those in need.
Our tale begins with a young ranch boy lazing about just killing time... "Ehehehe~" I chuckle to myself in the hay. I'd just finally succeeded in one of my life goals. That is, I managed to dive from the ledge jutting out at the top of the old barn into a cart of hay. And it was awesome!!
‘’aaaaaa aaaaa’’ I tried to badly talk and explain that something is going wrong with me, but the words would not come out. I could hardly breath I couldn’t think what should I do, first thing came to my mind to run to mom and let her call an ambulance. I quickly sprinted out of my big bed just like a bat out of a cave. I ripped open and slammed the door as both my mother and my sister screamed ‘’what is the matter’’. I could not reply to them, my mother and sister thought I was maybe chocking so my sister jumped and tried to tap at my back.
“Did you do it!?” I heard my mom scream hysterically at me as I was dragged away. I kept my head down not able to meet my mother's eye. My head was shoved down as I was pushed into a cop car. The lights flashed but it was the siren of the ambulance on opposite side of the road that got to me. I saw defeated paramedics zip up the body bag enclosing the corpse until it could be examined at a morgue.
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle. There I found myself trapped within the four walls of my house, all alone, surrounded by the viscosity of this type of day. I could hear some horrifying voices going through my mind led by unappealing suicidal thought. Boredom had me encaged, completely at its mercy. I needed to go far away, and escape from this morbid house which was wearing me down to the grave. Hope was purely what I was seeking in the middle of the city. Outside, the air was heavy. No beautifully rounded clouds, nor sunrays where available to be admired through the thick grey coat formed by the mist embedded in the streets. Though, I felt quite relieved to notice that I was not alone to feel that emptiness inside myself as I was trying to engage merchant who shown similar “symptoms” of my condition. The atmosphere definitely had a contagious effect spreading through the hearts of every pedestrian that day. Very quickly, what seemed to be comforting me at first, turned out to be deepening me in solitude. In the city park, walking ahead of me, I saw a little boy who had long hair attached with a black bandana.
I can see a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. I keep hearing a strange sound, almost like a hurt puppy. As I walk closer, I see a dark puddle on the floor. Suddenly, I am very afraid. I slowly open the door. “Mommy, Mommy, are you ok?” My mother looked at me and cried, “Dial 911, Darling! Hurry, Honey, Hurry!” There is so much blood—on the floor, on her clothes, and on her hands. I can hear the sirens now. Mommy goes for a ride in the ambulance. My three day old baby brother and I have to stay with the neighbor until Daddy comes and picks us up. What happened to my mother?
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.