Medical Attention In Full Pursuit
First Things First, grab the saw his antibiotics are wearing off. “We have to saw off your right leg, Mr. Daws I’m very sorry for your loss.” He replied, “It’s a whole lot better than dying that's for sure I’ll just have to adjust.” This was the usual part of the job so it really didn’t affect me at the time, but it surely would come back to haunt me in the end.
Now to the next patient, his left eyes was just bobbing out his eye socket and he in a traumatic state of mind. He expressed hearing loss and sight of course, but the hearing loss had to be from being shot near and the sound of cannons exploding right next to you. There was no good to come out of missing an eye, and shortly after me along with my
Resection was a process that “involved cutting open the limb, sawing out the damaged bone, and then closing the incision” (Jones, 1). Resection allows the patient to keep his limbs but it requires a great ordeal of time and skill. This also contributed to the common practice of amputation during the war. But there were cases where surgeons did use this method. Terry J. Jones said in his NY Times article, “resections were used more frequently after surgeons learned that amputations had a much higher mortality rate” (Jones, 1). In another article by Corydon Ireland, it describes Mitchell Adam’s, a Harvard lecturer, grandfather who served as a volunteer surgeon during the Civil War. In the article, “Adams was not a champion of hasty amputations, but argued for excision and other limb-saving measures. And he describes the everyday pressures of a country practice in Framingham, Mass” (Ireland, 1). This meant that not all surgeons at the time only wanted to amputate but strived for alternate methods. This new knowledge shows that some surgeons were more dedicated to thinking about the well-being of their patients than others and this opens up to other possibilities that may have occurred during the war. This allows an image to come to mind of a surgeon diligently operating on a soldier with care and compassion. However, even though there may be many possibilities, we can’t truly know every event that occurs during a
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Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
The only result from the testing consistent with a brain injury was the abnormal pupil response of the right eye (constriction) (Traumatic brain injury, 2015). The physical effects that could have pointed to a brain injury were the laceration to the right side of the gentleman’s head and the amount of blood loss. The complaints from the patient that may have insisted a brain injury included a severe headache, dizziness, and nausea (Traumatic brain injury, 2015).
Four paralleled lives of drug use. Harry, his girlfriend Marion, His friend Tyron, and his widowed mother Sara have one thing in common and that’s addiction. Harry, Marion, and Tyron come up with a plan to buy bulk drugs so they can sell them, make a huge profit to “better their lives”, and stop pushing nickel bags. As they make profits they continue to feed their growing addictions to heroin and cocaine. They end up with no money and no drugs. They all start experiencing withdrawal and become desperate. Marion begins to prostitute for drugs and money. Harry and Tyron end up in jail, and Harry ends up getting his arm amputated from IV use. Sara becomes obsessed with her weight so she can fit back into her red dress and become a contestant
“Can I get you something to drink Mr. Armstrong?”the nurse asks. “No, I think I'll be okay for now .” he responds. The elderly man sits and stares out of his window into the horizon. “Any breakfast Mr. Armstrong?” the nurse asks. “No thank you.” he responds. The man wheels himself to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He stops and stares, skims his fingers lightly across the scar that was left across his face. A day he’ll never forget. Sounds of artillery shells hitting the ground and the roaring of bullets zipping by play in his mind repetitively as if they were in the same room. As he comes back to reality the nurse asks him, “I know it's not polite to ask nor is it any of my business, but how exactly did you get that scar?” The man glares
I ran back up to the bridge and the crew followed, I got onto the radio and sent out an S.O.S. signal plus tried to call for help but the coms where down and the antenna was frozen...Everything was frozen. Our location was 5 miles from the Diomede island, I sent Serga and Jack to get the harpoons on deck because when the deck freezes we use them to chip the ice off so the men are able to work without ice falling on them. The crew and I met on deck, we discussed a plan to go and find help. I said that Jack, Serga and Colson will go and try to reach Biomede island and get help. They will take the harpoons, tents and some blankets. They took the harpoons for protection incase they run into unwanted guests. The rest of us will try to fix the radio
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
It was another boring day at the medical center. I was just inside cleaning the room to get ready to go home. As I’m locking the door to the operating room, a man comes and knocks on the window and asks if I can have a look at his dog. I unlocked the door and let the patient in. The man that has come into the room, came because his dog was severely ill. The dog had a fever of 37o and looked as dead as a zombie. As I was listening to his heart beat with a stethoscope, the dog bit my arm and made me bleed. I quickly retrieved and held my hand as it was bleeding and looked at the owner. I asked the owner, “How long has your dog been acting like this for?” the owner replied “He has been acting like this for about a week now.” Well unfortunately
One of the ways that I try to ease apprehension in students, is by relating to them as a writer. I am not ashamed to say that I have a pile of over 50 rejections from magazines; I don’t let them mock me, but push me to keep trying. I am not ashamed to say that I revise 20 or more times before I’m happy with something, that I still have words I regularly misspell, or that I still get intimidated when a new person is reviewing my work. Talking about some of these things (in moderation), reminds the person that I’m helping that I am, like them, human; I also need feedback from others (and I don’t always agree with it), and I also am still learning.
John Smith has a couple of years left until he retires from his job in London where he has worked for over 25 years. John has loved this job as it has involved him saving lives.
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
Medical writing is one of the fastest-growing fields of writing today. Not only that, but it is also one if the highest-paying writing fields. Along with these fantastic qualities, it is also one of the more daunting fields to get into. However, with the right knowledge and abilities-along with hard work and determination—you, as a freelance writer, can become a medical writer and start reaping the benefits.
Chapter five, Writing as Healing and the Rhetorical Tradition: Sorting Out Plato, Postmodernism, Writing Pedagogy, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder written by T.R. Johnson of the University of New Orleans describes the different views of how language helps a person who has encountered a traumatic experience overcome and heal. Chapter nine, Pathography and Enabling Myths: The Process of Healing written by Anne Hunsaker Hawkins of Pennsylvania State University discusses how personal writing, such as autobiographies and biographies, promote healing in regards to illness. Both of these two chapters speak about writing in regards to healing, but chapter nine speaks about a specific writing that tends to be more effective.