It was my very first appointment at Shriners Hospital. My mom was struggling to get us there because back then she didn’t know how to drive. And my father had too much work. I remember that me and my mom got on the UTA bus and some nice lady help us get their. As we arrived to my first appointment. It was difficult for my mom to understand what the doctors and nurses were saying because at the time i got sick we had just arrived in America. The doctors did so many test on me that same day, they didn’t know what was wrong with me. I kept visiting the hospital for about more than two weeks. And finally they had to do surgery on me. The day i had to get surgery done was really scary i was feeling really nervous. When it was time for me to go into surgery i was scared to leave my mom i cried alot until they gave me anastesha. The surgery …show more content…
My walking skills are getting better. I would still need to used my wheelchair and cruches. My life isnt really eqsy at times. My parnets have to take really good care of me they don’t really give me as much freedom as my older siblings and my youngest sibling. I hate it but i know there doing it for my best. They’re had been times in my life were everything is just so difficult for me to do. I’ve had depression since 9th grade because it felt like no one understood me. Everyone around me didn’t know how i really felt about myself. I would ran away a couple of times. It was to the point where i would hang out with bad people and did really bad things. Than my olde sister got involved and she got me help. Everyone was really disappointed in me. But during that time my parents sent me to live with my aunt in California. As i lived in california I was really happy because i wasn’t surrounded with my family. Coming back i was really nervous my aunt would tell me “ echale ganas ” which means to try your best. I really didn’t know what to expect for myself. Because i was just starting high
When I think about the moments leading up to my diagnosis I remember feeling weak, confused, shaky and sleepy. I did not notice that I had began sleeping throughout the day. My body was craving soft drinks like soda and juice but not food. Days would go by and I eventually fell into a deep slumber that I found myself only waking up from to use the bathroom. I knew something was wrong and that if I did not get to a hospital it would get worse. Nothing could have prepared me for the life changing diagnosis I would receive.
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
Something as simple as taking a walk around the facility can prove to be a battle with patient X. From the day I met patient X it was noticeable that she was lacking her memory. Patient X could no longer tell me her name and everyday it would be different struggle, but for that day it was getting her out of bed to take a walk. From the moment I walked in and introduced myself, patient X could not provide me with her name. Patient X constantly asked if I was her baby, and when dealing with an Alzheimer patient, it’s always best to go along with what that patient is saying. As I got patient X up and out of bed, she started to become violent and resistant. Patient X took forty-five minutes to simply get out of bed and dressed, and that was the very beginning of the battle that would consist all day.
As a nurse, I feel that at many times I am placed in a situation, where I need to use my leadership skills in order to provide efficient care by managing the limited time. According to CNO guideline, leadership is a process of influencing people to achieve common goals. It requires self-awareness and commitment towards profession, ability to delegate, manage time and to communicate effectively within the health care professionals.
After about three days of this my whooping cough was not getting any better and my parents started to get worried. My two older sisters had not suffered as much as I had and they decided to call my doctor. He came to our house that evening and as soon as he saw me and heard me cough he told my parents I needed to go to hospital that night. I was terrified. I had never been to a hospital; well not since I was born anyway.
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 had gotten stitches in my head before and all I remember is how much it hurt. I didn’t want to go through the same feeling again. I stared at my toes and all I can see was blood. My toes hurt as they applied some kind of a medicine. It felt like my leg was on fire. The medicine was cleaning up the bacteria. I was screaming my lungs out. Everyone in the hospital gathered around my room thinking someone was dying. The stupid doctors did not drug me which meant I was awake the whole time. The doctor snatched the scissors off the table and walked towards my leg. I screamed “ahhhhhhaaggh” I tried to get off the bed as 3 doctors with their mouths covered held me down. As the scissors went through my toes I could feel my leg being ripped apart. I was shaking like a monster who was ready to be unleashed. Sweat and tears, covered my face. I started crying out loud and yelling at the same time. It was 4 am and my toes were being stitched which hurt like hell. No kid should ever go through what I went
I do not remember the first surgery I had. I was still a red cheeked, blue eyed, tiny infant that had a mind to young to remember the operation. The memories I have from the second one, however, are still fresh in my mind. What seemed to last only minutes, lasted for hours, and I progressed through various feelings, thoughts, and expectations. While waiting for the nurse, in the ocean blue scrubs, to enter the room, I felt many different feelings.
One morning before school I could not get out of bed. My stomach was in knots and I was terrified. I told my mom and she rushed to call the doctor. Instead of going to my family doctor, I went straight to the ER. I had an ultra-sound twice, blood drawn, a pee test, and a CT scan.
Walking into our first day of clinicals we were warned that it may be difficult, and it’ll be “quite the show”. My child study student ended up not being there on the first day, and the teaching assistant in the classroom said it was a blessing. I found it shocking to say the least. I was ready to meet this student that was so uncontrollable that teachers looked forward to the days he missed. I spoke with my CT during the interview and asked what she believed to be his specific needs. She explained, “Pete has high behavioral needs where he yells and screams and runs around the room. His current medication is helping with these behavioral needs. He does not like to sit and listen when on the carpet.” After meeting my child study student, it
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
After I was born, I was diagnosed with pulmonary valve stenosis and a hole in my heart. My parents were told that I would need to have open-heart surgery to correct these issues. That was very
The day before my fifth birthday, Mother became ill. Now I know that it was because we did not have enough food. I remember she always ate last. We went to the local hospital but we were turned away because Father said the sign read 'local residents only.'
I left the hospital late that night, with what felt like a new outlook on life. Everything seemed like it could fall into place and there was a hope. I got home and crawled into my bed, I should have been tired but I couldn't sleep. I lay there awake waiting for the new day to
When my parents got home and they had something to tell us so we sat in the living room and my mom said your sister is very sick and they found something in the back of her had and she needs to have surgery to take it out. I was in fifth grade then so they did not tell us everything but I knew what it was my little sister had cancer. My parents told me that she had a tumor in the back of her head the size of a golf ball. I was scared because a friend of mine from school told me that her grandma had just died form cancer so I thought my sister was going to die too I started to cry.