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Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good. When dad finally went to the doctors, they told him it was a virus of some sort. My parents really didn’t go into detail about the visit. My father then went to Cobleskill hospital to see if the doctors there ...
Sadly, the next morning he was found on his thrown (toilet) dead from doctors figured was heart
My Presumptive diagnosis given this information is RSV bronchiolitis. The rationale behind this is that it is a common pediatric illness that causes difficulty breathing and a cough. Other clues to this diagnosis include the onset of the disease which was gradually worsening and a low grade fever. Additionally, on physical exam the presence of dull tympanic membranes suggests there is possible otitis media, which is common in children who have bronchiolitis. Due to the nature of the onset and presenting
I could write about millions of thing to you, but I would really like to tell you all about my summer break. Don’t get me wrong it was an amazing summer in all but, I just wish I had a little more time with my dad, and a little less time with work. My dad’s been in the navy for about fifteen years, I do believe. He’s been stationed in Maine, Louisiana, Ohio, and now, The Golden State, California.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
His story of how they thought he had a heart problem, but it really was just a communication problem is baffling, however, it is not uncommon. “About 80% of all serious medical errors involve miscommunication during care transitions (to different care settings)” (Govette, 2016). Health care facilities always talk about how working as a team and communication is important to the facilities success, but it is often overlooked. I believe the reason for this, is that most facilities use text as a way to communicate and often don’t use any other methods. However, the miscommunication problem could be solved if they met with other health care professionals, or even talked to them over the phone to discuss the problems with a particular patient. Even just double checking with someone to make sure they read the patients file would help the situation
small pox attack that nearly killed him. He also had blood poisoning in his left
At today's visit he found at his home, awake, alert and oriented. He complains of ne onset odorous yellowish,
About a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Fortunately, it was not too late to got surgery. However, last summer vacation, my brother and I had to stay in America because of my brother's I-20 problem - the previous school that we attended in Connecticut made a mistake during the transfer process. This summer vacation was the first time that we met our mom and family after we heard about the bad news. It occurred the problem. She could not stand it any longer after she met us. Therefore, my father asked me and my brother to come back to Korea and stay with my mom - but she wanted us to stay in America. Both my brother and I came back to Ame...
Summer is time for friends, relaxation, and memories, but my summer was none of that. Summer going into freshman year was not the best because of school. Well even before I went into high school I heard stories from my cousins and other students about bullying and being thrown a penny at because I would be freshman. I was frightened for a whole month before school started. I remember asking my cousin how did he deal with all of that in school and he said “just collect all the pennies and save them and let the bullies beat you up”. You might think i was overreacting unless if you heard the way he was saying it. Walking into the hallways of Buffalo grove high school scared and cautious I enter my classroom, looking left and right,
I finished middle school in Mexico and then entered la preparatoria (high school) I made new friends. I started to become more social and secure of myself. I finished my semester and then decided this December to go and visit my grandma and my dad. When I got there the first thing I found out is that I had 2 other brothers and well a lot of personal stuff about my dad and his problems with my
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
In the future, those I love will feel pain. My friends and family will all hurt. I’m so sorry. I’ve battling self-confidence issues since i can remember. When sophomore year started, I knew something was wrong. I felt lonely and worthless. Every day I would wake up and prepare to act as if I were someone else so everyone at school wouldn't know that something was wrong. It started as random thoughts of self-mutilation often popping up in class and scaring me. Every time those thoughts would pop up I would just imagine shooting myself and they would go away. Over the course of time, these thoughts progressed from self-mutilation to suicide. Every night I would think about it in the shower and before I went to sleep. After some time,
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
Summer was here! I was booked for sleepovers then of course, swimming all the time, but pure summer fun was the only thing on my mind. I can’t think of another summer that I enjoyed (at a young age of course) more than this one but then I was struck with the most disturbing news I thought I could ever hear as a child. “You’re going to have to take a reading program with your brother” I honestly thought it was a joke! Reading wasn’t a tough subject for me so why on earth do I have to give up the rest of my free time? This was a non-negotiable situation and just as quick as my summer fun began the quicker it ended.