The second I let my foot off the brake, I knew it was already too late. A truck. Oh my God. I didn’t hear the metal of my car frame being crushed. I didn’t see the view from my windshield as my car flipped and rolled into the ditch. I didn’t feel the hard landing on the cement slab. I didn’t see the glass explode around me and into my skin. My world turned black as night.
I woke up to a cloudy image of frantic men, through the holes of what remained of my car, yelling and staring down at me. I was numb; I felt no pain or understanding. But the image disappeared as fast as it appeared. Again, my world turned black as night. Then, I felt someone gripping my hand. A strong grip. I found the eyes of the paramedic. “You are going to be okay. Just take deep breaths.” I didn’t count how many times
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The vibrance and noise of the emergency room uncovered my reality.
The hospital stay was nothing extraordinary: staples, endless tests and an annoyingly large amount of stuffed bears and flowers. The shock that my mind and body was in kept me from being able to walk, get dressed or even sit up by myself. The patience and care I received that night will forever change the way I look at any health care professional. I was more dependent on them and helpless than I had ever remembered being and that was where most of my pain came from. After leaving the hospital came the next challenge: acceptance. I remember being so ashamed and guilty that I had caused the accident. I felt like the world was looking at me like I was a criminal. It was me who was at fault and I had to own that; I had to own that I was could have killed a 13-year old and his father. It took all my strength to look them and their family in the eye and tell them how sorry I was. Despite my worst fears, they only showed forgiveness and support for my
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.
I followed the RN nurse who was to assist and prep the operating room (OR). She first went into the clean utility room, where she picked up essentials for the surgery. When everything was gathered and prepared, we had to sit and wait for the patient who had arrived late. The RN would check the computer constantly to see if the patient was on file. After the clock hit 9, which was the time for the surgery, the RN nurse decided to go help put the patient on file quicker. When we arrived at the patients room, there was a nurse making the patient fill out papers. The RN nurse took over the papers while the other nurse completed the documents on the computer. While watching all the questions being asked, and the time it took to fill out the paper work, I realized that the paper work process is not easy.
I had mixed feelings one time when my friend, Gracie’s, twin sister was depressed. Her name is Meghan and she is 15 years old. She was depressed because her mom, Cathy, and her step dad had just split up. Meghan and her step dad were really close, so their breakup was not that easy for her. She had attempted suicide a few times for this reason. I should have said something that could have prevented her from trying to attempt suicide again. I learned that a friend is worth more than a secret.
During this time the hospital social worker came up to my family and offered to help us in any way that we needed. The social worker helped us find somewhere to stay and gave us information regarding the area surrounding LPCH. The social worker also provided us with a packet of information about how to cope with everything emotionally. I remember reading the packet and thinking that this could be my part in helping my family. My aunt and uncle had a five and two year old as well that had become a second thought when the accident happened. Both the five and two year old witnessed the accident and were traumatized by what had happened. I used the sibling section of the packet in order to help them get through the vision of seeing what had happened to their older brother. My family and I took on the parental responsibilities in order for my aunt and uncle to focus on their sick
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
Seven months into my job they called a code Blue in Vascular Interventional Radiology and according to procedure I ran over with all the equipment, drugs, and fluids necessary, but nothing would have gotten me ready for what was going to happen. Once I arrived, without hesitation, I went to the anesthesiologist in charge to see how I could help, but noticed that nothing could be done so instead I put on my gloves and proceeded to fall in line for CPR compressions. During hectic situations it is important to keep communication open; thus, I told the nurses ahead of me to let me go since I was a fresh pair of strong hands. From the age of three up to this point I had always wanted to be a doctor and follow in my grandfather’s footsteps; I always said with an optimistic imagination and convocation at hand that no one would ever die on my operating table. As I was doing compressions I remember glancing over to the frantic look on the patient’s family and the pale, emotionless and lifeless face of the person below my hands.
Compared to the beginning of the year, I believe I have improved as a writer. I also think that my writing style has changed. For example this year I have learnt how to cite sources and direct quotes properly. In my “Last Rung on the Ladder” essay, I used to place a period inside the direct quote like in this example, “‘...have had a child.’ (King,15 ).” I have also improved on introducing the quotes. I do not say “the following quote shows…” anymore either. Now I usually talk about what the quote is about then present the quote. Another thing I have improved on is transitions between paragraphs. I used to say, “the first reason is …, the second reason is …” and so on. Now I connect my previous paragraph to the next one so that is is more
For my first clinical observation, I was assigned to the trauma unit and it was not what I expected it to be. I thought the trauma unit would be fast pace and there would be nurses and doctors rushing everywhere, however, I did not see any of that. Instead, it was quite peaceful and this was probably because my clinical observation was from 10-12 p.m. When I met up with my senior nurse, she showed me a binder that contained all of her patients’ diagnoses, lab reports, treatments, and vital signs, which was a lot to take in because most of the terms she used, I had no idea what they were. After looking at the reports, she showed me a patient who had gunshot wounds on his back and abdomen. I could tell he was in a lot of pain by the tone of
Alzheimer is one of the top 10 causes of death in the US. The disease ranks the 6th, According to the realistic prognoses, this disease don't get any better over time. As a Caregiver I notice most of patients has this disease, my current patient was diagnosed with Alzheimer little bit over a year ago, there's a lot of challenges I go through with Sarah who's the patient which am i uncertain wether or not is related to her disease ..
Interacting with patients gave me a view of what really happens in an emergency room. I could see why the process of entering and leaving the emergency room. Before volunteering, I was unsure if I wanted to go into medicine but now I am entirely sure of my decision. Within the first week, I saw the code team respond to a code blue. There was an order to the chaos of the different doctors and nurses all working together.
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.
I was both excited and scared on my first day. I was curious about everything that I could see, smell and hear. I was excited because everything was new to me. The office was very quiet, all the physicians were concentrate on their work. Everything in the office was organized very well. The equipments were gleaming as they attracted me to touch. The smell of the ink was still dimly in the air. I got a little scared when I stepped into the hallway. It was really crowded, people seem very busy no matter if they were patients or physicians. People were everywhere. It was really easy to pump into someone. Rapid footsteps made flap sounds on the marble floor. The smell of the hospital special antiseptic solutions was very pungent. The call bells in the wards were very sharp, and they were coupled with the red lights in front of the wards and white walls. I had never felt more nervous before. I felt dazed because I had no idea what I could do, but this was piqued my fighting will more. Overall, I like this place. The department where I worked in was called the comprehensive internal medicine ward, and it also included a rheumatology clinic. Though I had volunteered in hospital for a very long time in school, I’ve never got a chance to get in the real business as a volunteer. So I was eager to learn everything. My instructor was a really person. He was near my father’s age, so he took care of me like his daughter....
When I looked in the rearview mirror is when I knew it was all over. June 25, 2013 was the most tragic day in my life. It was not until that day that I realized how much I appreciate my life and my family. I was on the freeway headed towards the Galleria in Houston, TX, passing the tall Texaco building on this bright sunny afternoon, when everything went downhill. I remember seeing all of the cars in front of me have their bright red tail lights on because everyone was coming to a stop. As soon as I slowed down, I looked into my rearview mirror to see a beige car not slowing down at all but instead looking down at his phone texting, it was already too late for me to do anything. I felt as if my life were over and there was nothing anyone could do, I was sixteen years old when I had my first car accident. I learned that I should have stayed home the afternoon I got into my first car accident. That afternoon I remember gripping my steering wheel so tightly because I was so nervous about the car behind me that I could feel all of the ridges and grooves throughout my entire steering wheel and every indention in my steering
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of