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 …show more content…
The doctor didn’t look so happy when he was inside the room with me. I asked him, “what’s wrong?”, but he didn’t say anything to me. I had a feeling that I am sick with some sort of virus but I couldn’t tell if it was true or not so I asked again. I my feelings were right, he told me “the dog that bit you was contaminated by a virus. We are doing everything we can to try help defeat this virus before it takes over your body because it might kill you, and also you are not allowed to go anywhere and no one is allowed to see you because it could be contagious”. My head was ringing like a bell thinking how long it will take to find a cure for this devastating virus, but this is only the start of it.
After a week, I have been getting worse every day. I have no energy, massive migraines, and catching a deadly cold. I had woken up at around 10 o’clock pm felling itchy all over my body. My skin was forming red dots all over my body. I couldn’t resist not scratching myself so I did. The nurse came in after hearing a lot of noise and injected me with a drug to stop the rash from
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Surprised as I should be, the dog that has bitten my hand and caused this virus to enter my body, is still alive! I thought they had put it down but instead they took it in for some testing. The nurses took me to the room that the dog was being tested. The room was cold and dark, there were scanners on the cage the dog was kept in, and there were 2 syringes with mixed chemicals to test if they could cure the virus. Because there was only one test subject, they had to go find another animal that they thought could deal with such strong chemicals, so they bring in a monkey. The monkey was first on the list for being tested. They injected the syringe into the monkeys shoulder and waited 5 minutes for the results. There were no side effects to the syringe that was used with the monkey, and then it was the dogs turn. The syringe was injected into the dog’s neck and we waited 5 minutes for the next results. Suddenly the dog look way healthier than it was when it came into the clinic. It was hopping on its 2 feet, running up and down, and barking. Finally they had found a cure for this virus. I am so glad now that I don’t have to be trapped into a room staring at the wall all day and be cured. Now it was my turn to get my syringe, they injected it into my shoulder. Within seconds I could feel it kicking in making me strong and healthy as I was before. The
You woke up a week ago feeling odd. You were not sure what was wrong, but your body was full of aches, you felt hot to the touch, and you kept vomiting. Your mother told you to lay down and rest, hoping it was just a cold. After a few days, you began to feel better, well enough that you wanted to return to the river to watch the trade ships come in. Now, unfortunately, your symptoms have come back with a vengeance – your fever is back along with intense abdominal pain, your mouth is bleeding without being wounded, and every time you vomit, it appears black in color. Also, when you look in the mirror, your skin has changed from the sun-kissed color you have always been to a dull yellow hue. The doctor comes in to examine you; he makes many “tsk tsk” noises and hurries out of the room with a cloth over his face. The doctor mumbles to your mother that he believes you have Yellow Jack and there is nothing more he can do, you are going to die. Your mother weeps uncontrollably yet you cannot react because another horrendous pain in your head has doubled you over. Soon, as you stop shaking and begin to relax, the sounds of the doctor and your mother become white noise and your surroundings begin to dull until you prove the doctor right; another person fell victim to the infectious Yellow Fever virus.
The story begins with the tale of a French man, Charles Monet, who lived on a plantation in western Kenya. He enjoyed the outdoors, so for the New Year’s he planned a camping trip with one of his women friends. They drove to Mount Elgon and spent the night in a large cave called Kitum Cave. After his trip to Mount Elgon, he felt completely normal and was able to return to his job. Then seven days later, Monet had massive headaches that would not seem to go away. These headaches caused back aches and aspirin failed to work. Little did Charles Monet know that these were the first symptoms of the deadly virus within him. Three days after the headaches, the fevers came along with nausea and vomiting. Charles Monet’s personality began to transform and he became a completely different but frightening person. Doctor’s sent him to a large hospital in Nairobi to treat his worsening sickness. He travelled alone and throughout the flight, was vomiting blood mixed with a black liquid. After his long flight, he waited in the waiting room at Nairobi hospital, barely being able to talk to anyone. Finally Charles Monet lost all control of his body and he began vomiting large amounts of blood along with intestinal lining. He became a human virus bomb.
In October 1989, there were an unusually high number of their monkeys began to die. The veterinarian there decided to send some samples to Fort Detrick (USAMRIID) to study what the cause was.The testing process was done in a biosafety level 3 area, which meant that they thought it wasn’t as serious and did not have as many precautions. One of the flasks appeared to be contaminated with harmless bacterium, so two scientists exposed themselves to the virus by wafting the flask. They noticed that it had some characteristics that didn’t match up with the Ebola virus. They later concluded that, while the virus is lethal to monkeys and is contagious, they can be transmitted to humans, but it will not have any health effects at
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
“Ouch”, I said as the pain in my chest got worse. I told my teacher and she sent me to the nurse. The nurse just gave me pain medicine. I ended up going to the nurse three times that day until the nurse finally took my temperature.I had a bad fever. I had to go home, The first day at home I felt the same with the chest pains and shoulder pains. On the second day of the sickness my fever went highermy chest hurt worse and I was getting a bad cough that hurt my chest horribly. My step dad took me to the doctor. The nurse took some xrays and I had to lift my arm up and take deep breathsit felt like knives stabbing my chest and shoulder.
Kristin found out that Bea was from a laboratory and decided to give her a loving home. In the first years of Bea’s life she was mute, pathologically fearful, and terrorized from the trauma she experienced for the laboratories. She even shook when someone approached her, and rolled over and urinated every time a man was around. When Kristin would take Bea to the vet she would shake uncontrollably with fear. This just goes to show how the trauma from these animal laboratories effects the animals. Luckily, from the love and care from Kristin Bea transformed into a healthy dog without fear of her new owners or veterinarians. This story shows that these animals need love, attention, and care that they are clearly not getting at the laboratories. (Williams, and
When I first arrived “Lisa” The girl that I shadowed told me that there was an emergency with one of the animals. It ended up that a one-year-old beagle ate an entire thing of metabolite, and then slowly started to die. The liver had shut down, and the heart rate was up to 300. Lisa told me that taking a thing of metabolite was like taking 50 cups of coffee at once. The owners of the beagle were there and bowling. The beagle’s name was Murry. Murry's body slowly was shutting down one thing after another. The owners made the decision the dog was going to be put to sleep. We got the dog ready to be taken out. They undid all the cords from the dog so they could take it to another room. I said goodbye to the dog, and then they took it into the other room so that the owners could be there when they put him to sleep. After that happened they then had to put a sleep a little hedgehog that had cancer on its mouth. We then did two regular checkups with one cat and with one dog. Those when great. After that we had a dog come in and it ended up having an affection that might end up killing it. I never heard the end result. The last thing that I did there was that a black lab had been bitten by another dog, and that dog ripped a hole in the neck of the black lab. The doctors had to perform surgery on the dog to close up the holes in the neck. They first had to clean it out with qutips. And blood stated to come out right then I was a little dizzy and I thought I was going to faint. But thank god I didn’t. I saw a cat get dental work on it. And a cat get a bath and they had to blow dry it and brush the hair while it was a sleep.
The virus is still spreading, making my brain desolate, dark and still. Everything is a complete mess. All these beliefs, concepts, and clashing memories though beaten and bloodied still struggle. By midnight, the virus has overcome the last fragment of confidence that remains in my brain. Every moment adds further torment to the already overwhelming experience.
I turn around, the unsettling feeling of something following dawns on me. A wave of mist rushes over to me and blurs my vision. Crows cackle into the dark night and I’m suddenly aware of how alone I am. I start running, the fear of a creature lurking in the forest is my worst enemy. Constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to see a monster staring into my soul. A light suddenly shines onto me and I am illuminated in the dark surroundings. Startled and confused I back away from the spotlight, thrown into complete darkness again. The light is being thrown around the forest, hungry for a living being. I crouch behind some bramble and hope the light disappears.
The flu virus has spread throughout the building, there were children shivering in the arms of their mothers, anxious fathers and frightened medics. As the President, Tom Mason had very little help to offer; they were under-staffed with the outside world only glimpsing at their troubles. When the first child commenced to cough blood, Lourdes Delgado snapped. Storming down the corridors, every man stepped out of the way as she barged into the royal office. The startled gasps did very little to hinder her confidence.
I remember it being extremely cold. The wind was starting to pick up, feeling like cold needles poking my face and ears as I quickly walked towards the building. My shift at Harris Teeter did not start for another five minutes, but the wind was painful to feel against my skin, so I hurried inside. As soon as I stepped through the doors, the warm, dry air hit my face. After I dropped my keys and purse off in the break room, I headed to the front desk to clock in.
One day, I was walking to the store and a dog ran up to me, barking. I was scared, because when dogs run towards you barking they are soon to attack. So, I jumped on top of a car, and the dog continued to bark as well as it looked left and right. I looked in the same direction as the dog and noticed an elderly woman on the floor shaking. There was no one around to help her so I jumped off the car and ran to her. The dog followed me, still barking. When I got to her, her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, and she was still shaking. I was asking questions like, “Ma’am what’s wrong?” and “Do you need an ambulance” not knowing what was wrong with her. After a few moments, she could respond to me. She began screaming “Where is my dog.” I asked her questions like, “What color dog?”, and “What kind of dog?” She described the dog, and it so happened to have been the dog that ran towards me barking. She told me that she was okay, and that she was on her way home, but I would not let her go. I got a little of her medical history, helped her up, and called the ambulance. The ambulance soon arrived, and needed to take her to a hospital. I took her dog, and followed the ambulance so that she could be with her dog, and to know that she was okay. I felt very good after I did this because I catered to her when she was in
All night I sat in bed praying that I could be cured of this disease and be let into the United States of America. Then this morning the doctors came into quarantine and flipped my eyelids up and told me I was cured and could go through the rest of the immigration process. So, I went through and had no way of finding you guys. So, I figured you guys might be walking around the city to explore. So, I decided to go to the pier first and there you were just sitting there.
...ress with her dog addressed her attention towards me and said, “I am afraid that your dog will not survive. You should of just left him to die at your place.” The venom that dripped from her tone and volume soaked her words to me like all the malignant bacteria that thrive in the gutter of our trash receptacles. I was furious and did not believe one word that she had said. Although I was hesitant and distressed because it was my carelessness that led my poor dog to suffer.
November 25, 2012. That day, or should I say night that changed everything. My best friend/sister of six years decided she no longer wanted to be friends with me. She looked me in the eye and said, “It’s just not the same.” Most people would say that’s not such a big deal, it happens all the time. In most situations it wouldn’t have been a big deal but that night I would soon realize that my life was going to spiral out of control and I was going to witness a domino effect like no other.