The Hospital I never thought of the Hospital as a terrifying place to be, it was always just a huge building to look up at to me. When I was around six-years old, I used to imagine what it would be like to free fall from the very top of it, catch the wind and fly high in the sky, like in those action movies where the main character finds out he isn’t fully human; as if he were half-angel and the hospital buildings were perfect for my imaginations. As I looked up at the ceiling and watched the lights fly by while the nurses were wheeling me to the ER, I thought” well this isn’t right at all.” I know what might be going through your heads right now: “Has she never been in a hospital before?” or “Is she stupid, she acts like she never got her vaccination shots before.” To be honest, all those doctor appointments were a breeze to me. I always had an enjoyable time …show more content…
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
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.
Historically (before 1880s), only few hospitals were originated in some big cities of U.S. Initially, the hospital system mainly run by religious organization and it served a primary purpose of palliation. According to Shi and Singh (2010), the function of hospitals at that time was more of “social welfare” (such as taking care of homeless people and helping those without families) than practicing medicine (p.56). Over the years, the functionality and the services offered by the hospitals has changed dramatically. However, it’s primary function to treat sick individuals has remained the same. Nowadays, hospitals also function as a research center, a medical educational institution, and is a major source of employment in the community (Sultz
After visiting my grandparents several times I began to explore the hospital floor. Although shy at first, I began to talk with the patients and better understand their situations and difficulties. Each patient had his or her unique experiences. This diversity sparked an interest to know each patients individualized story. Some transcended the normal capacity to live by surviving the Holocaust. Others lived through the Second World War and the explosive 1960’s. It was at this time I had begun to service the community. Whenever a patient needed a beverage like a soda from the machine or an extra applesauce from the cafeteria, I would retrieve it. If a patient needed a nurse I would go to the reception desk and ask for one. Sometimes I played checkers or chess with them during lunch break. I also helped by mashing their food to make it easier to swallow. Soon, however, I realized that the one thing they devoured most and had an unquenchable thirst for was attention and the desire to express their thoughts and feelings. Through conversing and evoking profoundly emotional memories, I bel...
Original Research Topic: “Patient Experience” The main Argument The patient’s experience is an important factor in determining the quality of health care. Literature review has shown studies mentioned many factors and aspects that influence the patient experience and make it either positive or negative experience. Each experience has different evaluation than the others, depending on patient perception of different aspects and factors.
It was about 1:30am and the only people in the Emergency Waiting Room were my mother and I and a couple that looked like they had been there for a while. I sat there staring at the walls that resembled a jail cell for what felt like hours. And that was the particular moment that I realized the channel had been switched forever. I had gone from a girl who had never lost a loved one to a girl who had almost lost her only sister. All I could think of was all of the “what ifs?” What if I had already gone to bed and no one in my family woke up to the answering machine? What if that man didn’t work a late night and someone else with bad intentions got to her first? What if she had been driving a little faster and got knocked unconscious when that deer jumped in front of her car? What if she never woke
Nursing, a profession within the health care sector focused on the care of individuals, families, and communities. They attain, maintain, and recover optimal health and quality of life. Nursing is not about getting paid a lot annually, it is about the care that you have caring for others. If you are in the Nursing field and you do not like it and is doing it for the money it will show. If you care and love what you do it will show also. Nursing is a great occupation, and will take hard work, dedication, and patience. It can become exhausting as you tend to have sleepless nights due to what just happened in the Emergency Room just before you left. It also takes a strong-minded person, you should be able to go through and get through many things
Salary: Remuneration value based pro rata on equivalent full time value up to $96,082 p.a. (+ other applicable allowances/benefits) comprising salary range of $33.11 to $42.47 p.h. (Nurse Grade 5), recreational leave loading (17.5%), and employer contribution to superannuation (12.75%).
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.
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.
I have experienced and observed depths of poverty that have made me sensitive to the less-privileged. Due to poor health education and understaffing at our ill-equipped clinic, I lost my mother to an asthmatic attack. Additionally, I assisted in caring for two asthmatic siblings and a hypertensive father. During an episode, I felt helpless and assisted in paper bag breathing or scrambling to find medications. Rushing a loved one to the hospital was fruitless as we were mostly sent back home either due to financial reasons or shortage of clinicians. My experiences shaped my consciousness of health and loss. It has taught me to empathise and identify with a family?s struggles with health care and the stress of supporting a sick loved one. My
I laid in the cotton blanket, staring at the grey ceiling. It was like every other basic hospital room. This included the beeping machines, pastel curtains, and that oh so marvelous smell that is associated with the place. The only thing that was remotely interesting was the window. Not the window itself but the view. The room overlooked dazzling crimsons and yellows of the fall trees that were similar to a blazing fire. It was almost enough to distract me from my unconscious sister.
“No don’t go to the Mercy Hospital it’s unsafe, ” said my uncle Robert, but Armando, Diego, and I still decided to go. We had heard many stories about the hospital that it was haunted and that sometimes you could hear noises like chains moving around.
Caring for people is a prerequisite for becoming a nurse. This can often be effortless and second nature but then there are other times where caring for someone is not always the easiest thing to do. You see it in the frustrated mom of the two-year-old who is throwing a temper tantrum in Target. Or the nurse of a patient who presses his call light frequently for seemingly insignificant things. Caring takes patience. With nursing, in particular, you need to feel called to the profession. You need to feel as though nursing is something you desperately have to do. As if you would be disobeying or cheating if you did not become a nurse. This calling can come from many different places or people, but for me, it comes from the Holy Spirit. Throughout my life, I would get so excited going to the doctor’s office or the hospital. I longed to stay and discover parts of the hospital I had not had the pleasure of finding yet. I felt called to
Now, being in a hospital just for the sake of being there, is an entirely different ball game. When I was watching my mother work at her desk, I was overcome with a slight fear that I wasn’t welcome in some way, shape, or form. What I mean by this is that it had nothing to do with the staff at the hospital, or all of the people inside the building for that matter, I just felt like I shouldn’t have been there. The best way to describe that feeling is when you walk in a room
On December 23rd, I had a dream that took place at a hospital. In the dream, my aunt Suja died in a hospital bed from leukemia. I was pacing around the hospital, keeping myself busy by fidgeting, because I could not let the sadness stop me. As I was running around the hospital, I saw my dad sitting on a chair staring into space. It really hurt me seeing him like that, so I went over and told him that my aunt was in a better place, even though I could not convince myself. I turned around and saw my mom, sitting against the wall, crying softly. I felt guilty, wishing that I could have done something to change the fact that my aunt died. I kept asking myself, “What if we knew about the illness earlier? Was there a better hospital? Why did this