I didn’t know what to expect. I’m in the hospital waiting room with my mom and Auntie Joy! We checked in and they took us to the back and put us in the waiting room. Everyone was asking me if I was nervous. The ambiance of the room was white and sterile. I felt cold and vulnerable. To make matters worse, I had to put on a hospital gown. Luckily, I was able to keep my underwear and socks on. There’s a knock at the door and the nurse is back with some awful looking concoction. She tells me that I have to drink 4 bottles of this nasty stuff. The thickness and slime of the drink made me ill. Next comes the multiple trips to the bathroom. At that point, I knew this was not going to be an easy afternoon. The fear of the unknown evaded my mind and body. I am terrified for what is about to come next. …show more content…
I have no idea what a MRI is or what it supposed to do. My doctor tells me that this machine will help to determine what my colon looks like. Evidently, my colon is not working properly and is very inflamed. This inflammation is caused by a chronic disease called Crohn’s. So along with my mom in tow, we go to the MRI room. We get to the door and I say “What in the world is this?” It looks like a gigantic white space ship with a hole inside a cylinder. No, it’s a tunnel. I really don’t know what this is. No one told me how intimidating it would be. My hands are sweaty. My legs are wobbly walking to the machine. This room was certainly scary. And, there was a glass room with people watching me from another
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
Laying on the operating table, the bright white lights above my head were giving me a headache. I could hear the concerned but stern voice's of the doctors all around me. I could feel my boyfriend clinching my hand to let me know he was there. The room was spinning. A tear or two rolled down my cheek as I worried about what would happen within the next few moments. The loud clinking of the medical equipment echoed in what seemed to be an emtpy room. I just wanted this c-section to be over with so I could go home with my little girl. I needed everything to be ok with her and with me. The longer I laid there on the table, the more concerned I became.
I was super excited but also nervous because I had no idea what I was getting myself into. My first thoughts were, “wow these are all freshman, why does this classroom smell like lavender and what is that annoying squeaky smell?” The lavender smell was a burning candle and that annoying squeaky sound was a super old heater in the back of the classroom. I sat next to a new girl named Jennifer, she just so happened to be in the same grade as me so I wasn’t alone. Jennifer always smelled like different perfumes from bath and body works. As weeks, months, and a year went by it was my senior year and I had grown so close to Jennifer and my teacher, Mrs. Huff. I realized how much I loved that class and how happy I was that God had led me down that path! I was filled with so much joy entering Mrs. Huff’s class my first day of my senior year because I was beginning my clinicals. Once I started visiting the hospital, Tennova, participating in and watching procedures I realized nursing is exactly what I wanted to do! The best surgery I got to witness was a baby being born; it wasn’t a pleasant sight, looked very painful and the smell of blood was so strong I felt like I could taste it, yuck! But, it was an amazing experience and I considered labor and delivery as my future
Dr. Wright asked me if I was okay, and not wanting to say that I wasn't, I answered yes. My body started to shake, and I felt like I was in an icebox. I have never been so scared in my whole life, and fear covered me like a thick heavy blanket. The nurses strapped both of my arms down so that I wouldn't move, and an oxygen mask was placed over my nose and mouth. A green sheet was raised high, and positioned in front of me to conceal me from surgery. The anesthesiologist issued me more anesthesia, and I felt a cold rush as is dispersed throughout my body. I don't know if it was my nerves or the way the mask that was placed on my face, but I could hardly breathe correctly. I felt like my fear of dying was coming true, but I wasn't going to go without a fight. I could not get the energy to mutter any words to let the nurses know that I could not breathe, so I started to wiggle my nose and mouth to position the oxygen mask away from my face. Since all of the healthcare professionals were positioned on the other side of the green sheet, they didn't notice what I was doing. Breathing deeply, I relaxed as I could finally breathe normally with the oxygen mask on the side of my face. I was alone in that room, and I had no idea what they were doing to me. I prayed what seemed like 15 prayers for it to be over, and be able to see Kai already. Suddenly, I heard a faint whimper and a rush of footsteps. I looked around trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. A minute later I see this beautiful, flushed faced little baby being placed in my view by his father and every negative emotion left my body. The noise in the room fell silent, and it was just him and I. I was in love, and I could not stop smiling. I lifted my arms to hold him, forgetting that I was still strapped down. I continued to stare into his angelic face with joy, and I vowed that no harm will ever come to my son. Randy
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
As I walked up the short, stoned stairs attached to the side of the hospital I saw tobacco splits on the walls and I could feel the horrifying smell of the hospital outside. When I entered the door, I saw a man sleeping on the ground with his duffle bag as a pillow. As I walk down the hallway I could see rooms on each side of me. Patients were lying in metal beds with a thin mattress. There was a tiny metal table next to each patient with their medicine and water. There were two to three patients in a single room. As I approached to reception, a long line was formed with sick patients waiting to be treated. I couldn’t see what was happening in front. These people were lacking a basic necessity we all need. I asked myself what I could do to
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
My microsystem at age 10 was the 4 members of my nuclear family. This included, my father, my mother, my older brother and my younger brother. Family friends and extended family I would not consider to be part of my influence just yet at this age. However, there were people in our neighborhood that I would consider to be part of my microsystem. These people I considered family friends as we all would hang out and have dinners together.
I am staring through a jungle of metal bars, looking for my future target. I am as ready as a soldier for battle, I spot a man using the machine I had been waiting for, I am up next. I see him grind out his last set and I immediately grab a paper towel and clean up my machine. I walk up as the sweaty man with terrible b.o stands up and just walks away, disgusting. It made me want to run to my car and drive home. As I look over at the man who gunked up the machine in distaste and I see him sit down at another, and make sure to steer clear of whatever he uses the rest of my workout. In slow motion I grab a paper towel and put some cleaner on it and make sure to clean the machine spotless before laying a finger on it. From that day on, I will
So, I told my doctor I wanted to be induced. After all, my due date was only two weeks away and only five percent of women give birth on the day determined by their doctors. When I was finally there, I looked at the outside, the hospital was set in a suburban – like area, and when I went inside the building, I was in a welcoming ultramodern facility. I went straight to the labor and delivery section where they said my doctor had gone out of town; nobody believed that I was supposed to be induced that day. It took them like 15 minutes to confirm what I had told them, to finally decide to take me to a room to connect all kinds of tubes to my body. I went into the room; it looked very comfortable, but it was freezing. I lay on the typical hospital bed, one of those that make sleeping and resting easier.
I went to sleep and then...gross I threw up and it was fascinating because in my sleep I said Mom! Mom! Mom! I think I’m gonna throw up. And I woke up and did. So my Mom and I went to the hospital. They told us that I just had the flu and so I could go home. So I did. But the next day my stomach hurt even worse. So we went to different hospital and they did something called a blood count and my Mom said ok this Is an appendicitis so after they took my blood count that took them for what felt like three hours. After that they transferred me to the children's hospital in an ambulance. THEY DIDN’T TURN THEIR LIGHTS ON. And that's what made me
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
Stepping through the revolving glass doors of the hospital felt like entering a completely different world. With my arms crossed over my chest, I followed my parents though the never-ending, eggshell white hallways. My nostrils burned from the fumes of cleaners and sterility. Lovely paintings and luscious plants filled the walkways, trying to mask the hollow, empty feeling that most visitors felt. We passed two types of people along the way to our destination: the kind that strolled by while flashing everyone big, cheery smiles, and the people who kept their gaze straight ahead ignoring your mere existence; I preferred the latter. I did not belong in this place. This was a place for the sick, a place where people went to die. My grandfather did not belong here. We continued walking as my thoughts slipped away to a more pleasant time in my life.
The morning of my appointment I was already dreading it. Nothing was going right not only did I wake up late but i dressed in sweats a t shirt and a lopsided bun when it was about ninety degrees outside. I had a reputation to uphold so that was social suicide and you can only imagine how many laughs in the hallways i got. I was nervous the whole day my hands were very clammy and sticky I was as white as Edward Cullen. My friends would ask me what was wrong but all i could think about is my fear of needles. I was on the edge the whole day and even the doors closing would startle me. When i say fear I'm deathly afraid of shots, I will throw a tantrum worse than my five year old brother and I will cry so loud everyone will go deaf, but i'm eighteen I swear I am.
I kept thinking about how bright the lights were and how on earth did they get those lights on the ceiling like that while I was being wheeled away. I was afraid, but only because I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t afraid of the nurses or the doctors surrounding me, making me try to breathe in this weird gas that smelt of candy I used to eat all the time. As the gas took affect I did realize, though, that the hospital was more than what I thought it was. These people don’t just give you shots to keep you from getting sick and they don’t just give you delicious candy and sweet smiles. These people can save lives. They were doing what I would have sworn on everything I knew that my mom could do and what I thought she should do. I realized for the first time that my mom actually couldn’t do anything and it confused me. As a little girl, my mother was the superheroes we all saw in the movies for me. Of course I didn’t hate her for it; it’s just that my very small world became a little bigger after being exposed to a changing situation. I realized things I never