“Alexis is going to need emergency surgery”.....
The doctor took my mom outside of the room to tell her this; but little did they know the walls were super thin and I could her hear every word she said clearly. I was only in fourth grade so I wasn’t sure how to react. My mom and the doctor walk back into the room pretending like nothing really happened. The next thing you know, my mom and I are leaving.
I was so confused. “Had I heard them wrong” “Is my mom just not gonna tell me”. I was oblivious.
This whole story started about a week prior at my softball game. I got strep all the time as a kid, so it wasn’t any news when I told my mom that my throat was hurting a lot.
While the team was warming up, I was constantly complaining to my mom
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My mom scheduled an appointment for later that day at the pediatrician. The minute we walk in, the doctor immediately tells us that we need go see an ENT specialist. Since it was urgent, the other doctor was able to move her schedule around just so I could see her. She had about ten different tools down my throat that I didn’t even know what the purpose of them was. After she ran some tests, it was crystal clear to her that I had an abscess on one of my tonsils. For a straight week I had come seen the doctor everyday to see if she could do little operations to minimize it and make me more comfortable. At the end of that week, the doctor had decided that we could not go further with this and that it needed to be surgically removed. It was at this point that the doctor had removed my mom from the room to tell her, her new …show more content…
She assumed that I would make a scene and start hysterically crying in the doctor’s office if she had told me then. I reacted almost exactly the way she thought I would; minus the screaming due to the fact that I physically couldn’t scream. Not only was I going to need surgery, but it was the next morning. I was so nervous that I could feel my body tightening up. I was tossing and turning all night. How could I have slept? I had never had surgery before. I need a couple days notice before going to the dentist so that I can mentally prepare myself not to have a nervous breakdown.
The whole morning was a blur. All I could vividly remember was waking up after the surgery. They had successfully removed the abscess on my tonsil.
When they told me this, all I could hear was “ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner”
I arrived home to have balloons and ice cream waiting for me. Later on in the day my friends and neighbors brought me treats like milkshakes and soup. It made me feel grateful that I had so many people caring about me. They took a second out of their busy schedules just to bring me some
I was shaking when we went inside--- I absolutely hate the doctors office! There was only one people waiting to be seen; with a face mask on hoping not to spread the possible air borne disease, and the others who were just sitting there waiting for perhaps friends or family members to come out. They checked me in and gave me a madatory blue bracelet to wear. In no time I was rushed in a wheel chair to the CAT scan machine. I was alone in the room which was over fifteen minutes sitting inside a large machine with flourescent lights and heat directly over my head. Slowly the lady wheeled me back to my checked in room. The doctor waiting with instant news, he announced I had no internal bleeding in my head which was the only good news I would be getting that day. The nurses and doctors came to the conclusion that I had a concussion. It sure felt like
Today must've been the busiest day I've ever experienced at this office. There were so many patients. They all waited at least 3 hours just to be seen by the doctor. The good thing is the office closed at noon so everyone usually was able to make it their shift at work. I got a lot of experience assisting in extractions. I worked with the same doctor I usually work with. She's very nice to me and always requests me when I come in to assist. I interacted with the hygienist, dental assistants (which were just pre-dental volunteers), and the front desk assistant. Everyone had such a good spirit today. There is a dentist that often acts as a dental assistant, which makes things easier because she teaches us about how to prep for procedures and
I interacted with a man who explained to me that he had never had a good experience at the dental office. He told me that he always had pain when dealing with the dentist and that they never stopped the procedure when he was in pain. He explained how they never gave enough anesthetic, so he felt everything. Immediately he went into comforting himself by putting some earphones on and just talking to me. We held a good conversation. When the dentist came in to see him she immediately noted that the patient had very thick skin. He was a deeper toned person with dense bone. She knew that she was going to have to use a special technique to anesthetize the patient enough to where he wouldn't feel it. She was nice enough to have explained to me the procedure she was going to use and that it was better for patients like him. I was a little confused as to what she meant and some of the terms she used were little tricky to understand but as the procedure went on it became very evident of what she was trying to say. The patient was in tears, not out of pain, but out of sheer joy because he had never experienced a procedure that was as painless as he experienced today. I've never seen a grown man cry like a baby so hard, it was just the most rewarding experience. This experience solidified even more that I am definitely going into the right field. I've never felt so sure of anything before. His tears almost brought me to
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
Hi I’m Mallorie, I’m 31 years old and this is My Arthritis Story. In the winter of 1995 at the age of 10 I came down with one of the many cases of strep throat. I started getting fevers and complaining of joint pain on a regular basis.
I walked into the office that Wednesday for my afternoon appointment, and the news was broken to me as I was introduced to my new dentist. He was a relatively new dentist who had just transferred from his first position in another state. When I went into the chair he spoke very little, and did little to ease my anxiety. The final straw came when I was lying back in the chair, and without a word, he began to drill my teeth, prepping them for cavity filling. I clutched the armrests as pain shot through my jaw and through my face
“Olivia, did you sign up for baseball?” asked Skyler, my stomach dropped I didn’t know what else to say but
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I had been in hospital rooms many times before, but this was the first time that I was the patient anxiously awaiting their results. I sat on the hospital bed and nervously kicked my legs back and forth as I stared at the door, willing the doctor to walk through it. After a long wait I grew tired of this, and shifted focus to my surroundings. I had been admitted to Scottish Rite hospital, a branch of the Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. Being a children’s hospital meant that the nurses wore cartoon print scrubs, the walls were painted in bright colors, the televisions were always turned to either Disney Channel or Nickelodeon, and everyone treated you like royalty. They did everything they could to mask the fact that it was indeed a hospital. However, I was too old to be fooled. I knew exactly where I was and what that meant, and that was that nothing good could come from being here.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
I close my eyes and I can still picture everyone there and how proud they were of me. The smile on everyones face was what made this day so memorable. When my mom came and put my dog tags on me she gave me a hug, the warmth of her against me made me feel like I was home again, and I was never gone.
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The role of the nurse in the preoperative area is to determine the patient’s psychological status to help with the use of coping during the surgery process. Determine physiologic factors directly or indirectly related to the surgical procedure that may cause operative risk factors. Establish baseline data for comparison in the intraoperative and postoperative period. Participate in the identification and documentation of the surgical site and or side of body on which the procedure is to be performed. Identify prescription drugs, over the counter, and herbal supplements that are taken by the patient that may interact and affect the surgical outcome. Document the results of all preoperative laboratory and diagnostic tests in the patient’s record
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
She told me that mom needed to tell me something. She proceeded to tell me that my father had had a heart attack and that I had a choice to come down to the hospital or not to come. She told me it was a scary sight, and if I didn?t think I could handle it that I should stay home. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief at that moment that my mind just stopped working. I remember thinking all I wanted was to be with my mom and my dad.