After the trauma she had endured, she no longer had sensation in her hands. Nevertheless, I could tell exactly how she was feeling by the look on her face. Seeing the doctors working so assiduously to ensure her speedy recovery served as an incredibly inspiring moments for me, as I am pursuing a career as a Physician’s Assistant. This summer, I have had the fortunate opportunity to shadow and work under the esteemed Orthopedic Surgeon, Dr. Steven Kane, of WellStar Hospital at the Atlanta Medical Center for almost 150 total hours. Under Dr. Kane, I have the satisfaction of meeting patients during his clinic hours as well as observing surgeries and volunteering. Once a week, Dr. Kane meets clients who are either homeless or uninsured to aid those
...has put these people there for a reason. You always think your problems are bad until you go and see others. These doctors make it possible for children to have all of their limbs. We have been blessed by this hospital.” (Rudder).
Today must've been the busiest day I've ever experienced at this office. There were so many patients. They all waited at least 3 hours just to be seen by the doctor. The good thing is the office closed at noon so everyone usually was able to make it their shift at work. I got a lot of experience assisting in extractions. I worked with the same doctor I usually work with. She's very nice to me and always requests me when I come in to assist. I interacted with the hygienist, dental assistants (which were just pre-dental volunteers), and the front desk assistant. Everyone had such a good spirit today. There is a dentist that often acts as a dental assistant, which makes things easier because she teaches us about how to prep for procedures and
It just so happens that I believe that I can best and most effectively “lend a hand” when a person is at their bodily weakest. From a single semester of shadowing—a total of 11.75 hours—under physicians and surgeons alike, I have experienced a taste of the medical field from the fascinating gruesome finesse of an open-heart surgery to the day-to-day clinical patient interaction that makes up so much of a medical professionals career. From a community standpoint, I believe that a person does not need to be a doctor to express and achieve care. Because of that, I have joined organizations such as Chords4Kids on the TCU campus—that sings nostalgic songs from the 2000s to down-syndrome children at the local education center as well as at retirement homes, and other events alike—and the TCU GO Center, which mentors local high-school students during their college application process. For the later, I have been given the responsibility as the Executive Organizer for their annual “College Access Day” which provides local students with college information workshops and campus tours. I have also actively
One recent group I was member of was the trainer for newly hired medical assistants at work. The group consisted of 10 members. The 10 members each represented one of the ten doctors who practice at the clinic where I am employed. As a member of the team we were encouraged to train each new person hired as a medical assistant for each specific doctor. The training consisted of introducing the new hires to each department, familiarizing them with the daily tasks for the specific doctor the new employee was hired to work for, and helping them transition into their position. In some ways this team was similar to a mentorship program. The members were all encouraged to communicate with one another if there were any difficulties. We generally
It was 3:00 pm when the built up excitement occurred. The last bell of the day stroked the clock, I would always be in a rush to place my materials away and meet my father always with a smile at the front of the school. The trip from my elementary school to the clinic felt like a decade. My dad was a dental surgeon who worked in a particular clinic composed of different doctors. At the entrance there was the help desk, Carmen siting behind it and always greeting you with a smile “Good afternoon Doctor.” Behind the front desk there was a hallway that hosted two doors on the right and two doors on the left. Through those doors there was a different kind doctor. The first door on the left contained a neurosurgeon doctor and the door behind it had a pediatric doctor. The first room on the right contained an orthodontic dentist
Count to ten- one, two, three, four. The cool room smells of chemicals from the sanitation products used on everything. Thirteen people all cooped up with masks, gloves, and scrubs. As they are preparing for their job mine has already been done. I back away and let the surgeon take over as I watch the patient's vital signs like a hawk. For a moment, there is complete silence as everyone prepares to begin the long, grueling surgery. I feel especially tense given I’m just a baby when you compare me to the veteran doctors that surround me. I have studied and worked hard my entire life to be able to do this. Tick.Tock. The hours go by. The tension in the air grows thicker with every passing second, as the surgery becomes more riskier. The career
When I was 17, I entered into a local basic emergency medical technician class and fell in love with working in emergency medical services. I spent 5 very fulfilling years working and also volunteering as an EMT and went on to graduate from the paramedic program at St. Mary Medical Center in Hobart, Indiana. Prior to the class, I had fallen ill and worked with several doctors in an effort to find a diagnosis for a condition that was affecting my hands and feet. The effects at the time were minimal, but were exacerbated by the many hours required working on ambulances and in the hospital to complete paramedic clinicals. Immediately following graduation from the paramedic program, I became wheelchair bound. For about a year while in the wheelchair, doctors continued to work toward a diagnosis while my condition worsened. Eventually, doctors started to prepare me for the possibility of losing both of my legs. I spent a lot of time researching my symptoms before finally finding my own diagnosis. My legs were saved and I am happily back on my feet; however, I can no longer work on ambulances due to a poor immune system and there will always be the possibility that I could become
During my meeting with Ashley Christ I can appreciate more what Resident Life does and what they expect out of their Resident Assistants. First, I focused the first part of my interview on the Coordinators and what they do. Now, I asked about what a “typical day” for a coordinator would look like. In reality, each day is different but there were components that occurred on a regular basis. First Ashley suggested that she started her day with her office hours. Then she talked about how she usually goes on OrgSync to see what her resident assistants submitted, because they frequently have work that needs to be viewed. She then talked about how coordinators have great deal of meetings between the bi-weekly meetings that they attend, the professional staff meetings, meetings with other departments, conduct meetings, and maybe more. She put some emphasize on the professional staff meeting (mainly because that will be the part where the resident assistants play), in which, she described that typically these meetings they talk about what is happening is Resident Life and what that means
Graduating college with my associates in Occupational healthcare, I had majored in Medical Assistant. I had just completed 16 months in an accelerated program. The next step was to land a job. So I perfected my resume and I applied to everywhere that was accepting applications. One day a friend informed me about an opening she saw online that an OB/GYN office for a front desk position so I decided that I will apply for the job just to gain some experience in the healthcare field. Everything went well with the application process and the job was mine. I started working on the first day without any training but I had basic knowledge of the Electronic medical record they were using. Walking into the office as excited as anyone can be, I’m ready. One worker said to me “Trust me you
The night was calm and still. It was two thirty in the morning, on a cold, fall night. A sudden phone call awakened Doctor Frank Mosby’s peaceful sleep. He fumbled in the darkness to get dressed and find his keys. There was a chill in the air, as he quietly closed the front door and turned the key to lock it. He trudged steadily to his car, started the engine, and headed to Walker Hospital. This was the part of being a trauma surgeon that required enormous dedication and a twenty-four seven commitment.
Do you remember your first job? Sometimes it’s an awesome experience and other times it’s an experience one would prefer to forget. I had multiple random jobs throughout my teenage years, but it wasn’t until working as a medical assistant at a local clinic did I considered myself having a “real” job. Coming in on the first day opened minded and thankful for the opportunity for this job, feelings of excitement and nervousness came over me. This job was intended to provide work experience, new skills, and hopefully some new friends.
Since starting this class, introduction to health care, I have begun to think about what the future holds for me and what I will pursue with my college degree. At this point in time my career goal is to become a physician assistant in orthopedic surgery. I plan on working in a hospital setting where I can continue to learn and practice my profession. Five years after all my schooling and achieving my license, professionally I see myself working at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York, New York, which is a teaching hospital. I would be working on and with patients, while still learning as I practice my previous knowledge. I would be seeing patients with injuries such as an ankle sprain, evaluating x-rays, and possibly sitting on and
Call bells ringing, patients screaming, machines beeping, this sounds like a typical day. The patient in room 612 screaming “Nurse!” as I walk to the room, I answered “Hello, Ms. Smith, what can I do for you?” Ms. Smith answered, “Can you move that tray closer to my bed?” thirty minutes passed by and Ms. Smith is on the call bell again, “Nurse! I need to pee!” I walked in and assisted Ms. Smith onto her commode, and whilst doing so, another patient in room 610 called for my assistance, “Nurse! Hurry up! I need my pain medicine!!” As I waited for Ms. Smith on the commode, I yelled across the hall to Mrs Boyle,“ I’ll be there in five minutes!” Lets rewind a bit, you’re probably wondering how I got to this point. ( maybe change this part?)
Describe your experience in healthcare. Please comment on the patient population you served and the nature of the healthcare setting you were in.
During that interview I was asked if I had any experience at a hospital, and unfortunately, I did not. Although I believe I did well with the rest of the interview, because of my inexperience at a hospital, the odds were not in my favor. To enhance my chances of being chosen, I have started to work as a volunteer research assistant in the physical therapy department at Naval Medical Center San Diego. I have earned over 100+ hours and observed the difference in physical therapy in a clinic compared to acute care. The difference between a clinic and a hospital is the type of patients that are cared for. Typically at a clinic, physical therapist works with solely musculoskeletal injuries. What makes acute physical therapy unique is the rehabilitation of a patient’s mobility, in addition to treating a suffering disease. Through my experience, I have learned that the extra variable to the treatment requires the physical therapist to have an extensive knowledge beyond physical