After I got dressed and we finally made it into the doctor’s office, they gave me nausea medicine to get me to stop throwing up and began to ask me questions about my pain like where it was located, the level of pain I was feeling, when it started, and any possible causes of it. Taking my answers into consideration, the doctor immediately didn’t give me an answer as to what it is or what I could to for the pain, he just said that my mom needed to take me to the emergency room right away. Of course this news will make anyone go into shock and worry, I shot my head over to my mom, her brown eyes got large, her light grin automatically shifted, she started rubbing her hands together nervously, and she didn’t know what to say, so she just stood
This weekend I was paired up with a nurse from the floating pull. It was a very interesting experience. For the first time since the beginning of the semester I can say that I was faced with a lot of critical thinking situations. I spend the day running around reminding my nurse of things he forgot or task we had to finish. It was already 2:00 pm and I still hadn’t performed an assessment on a patient, at this point I remember what Mrs. McAdams had said before “ we are in the hospital to help but our main priority is to learn and practice our skills” so I made the critical-thinking decision to tell my nurse that I needed to at least complete an assessment and since we were about to discharged a patient I could performed a final assessment on him before going home. I performed my assessment, had time to document and helped my nurse with the discharged. This weekend was a very challenging clinical for me but I also learned a lot. I learned to managed my time better, be proactive in my clinical experience and I also found my voice.
To begin, a major stressor in my life is the admission procedure and being accepted into Florida A&M University’s Nursing Program. Throughout my college years, I’ve worked extremely hard to reach this goal. However, the thought of the program only selecting fifty students, including international students, frightens me. The amount of students being limited causes me to stress the thought if I’m rejected; I’ve wasted my years and money on courses that cannot benefit me. On top of that, I would have to find a new major to get into, and start the process of perquisites all over again. In addition, another reason that terrifies me is when getting tested through an interview process. Personally, I struggle with
During life or death situations people are hectic and stressed; this causes the situation to feel out of control. I will never forget the life or death situation I experienced on April 28th. It's the morning of my shoulder surgery the sky, was dark and cold. My parents walk me into the hospital where I was checked in and brought to my preparation room. Once I was ready the nurse took me to the operating room, there I feel asleep. When I woke up I was checked by the same nurse and was released to go home. We got home and my grandma was there to help so my parents talked with her while I waited on Haley to come home from school.
For most people, becoming a parent is one of the greatest moments in their lives. I never understood the true meaning of love until I became a father. Little did I know; I would also learn the tragedy of loss.
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
Handling adversity is something that all people must do throughout their lives, but it is the ways in which individuals approach adversity that sets us apart. There are two contrasting ways in which you can respond to adversity: 1) you can either curl up into a ball and accept the outcome as it is 2) you can take control of the situation and work hard to make the resulting outcome in your favor. I faced adversity within sports when I was diagnosed with a physical disorder as a child.
You can barely breath. You feel as though you're screaming but no sound is coming out. The fire is spreading rapidly. You need to get to your siblings to safety. Your heads pounding as you keep telling yourself, " I need to save them...I need to save them...I need to save them!" Many have gone traumatic and life changing experiences. For instance, Bethany Hamilton, Aron Ralston, and Hyeonseo Lee. Hamilton lost her arm to a shark and Ralston had to amputate his own arm. Talk about Lee and the battles she had to fight for her and her family to escape North Korea. These three have one thing in common, they're survivors. They combined three necessities to survive their situations bravery, faith, and willpower.
My childhood trauma is on the public record. The date was 14th March 1910, I was not raised by my aboriginal mother and for this I have suffered. Right throughout my life I have been victim to abuse. When I discuss in detail these abuses to my non-aboriginal colleagues, to friends and to counselors, many of them are taken aback. Comenting on their inability to understand the depth, the extent of the trauma I have suffered from. Unfortunatley, my story is not unique. So many aboriginal people suffer the exact same. To the world I am a regular human being, but, I oftern relapse and return to the darkest days of my childhood. I would hide under my bed as a little girl escaping into a different world of fantasy similar to ‘The lion, the witch, the wardrobe- it was my only way to escape death.
Bronchitis. A hip injury. A torn PCL. These are the physical challenges that set back my track career. Of course, I persevered and trained harder to overcome these obstacles, but that is not the point. Anyone can recover from an injury, but not everyone can recover from adversity. The real challenge throughout high school was having to stand up to my coach. He is an older man who puts winning over the health of his athletes. During my freshman year I contracted bronchitis, and tragically, I was out for the rest of the season. I made my peace with the situation, but my coach wanted me to keep running because he needed another runner to compete in relays. He berated my parents and me with emails demanding to know when I was coming back as if
I began taking advanced placement classes to challenge myself, to be the best I can be. Although it was difficult to maintain good grades, practice 10 hours a week for the swim team, and working a part-time job, I enjoyed the push and the outcome I received at the end. Due to wanting to be in the Medical field, I took Honors Anatomy and Physiology in order to learn more about the human body; prepare myself for the memorization and the use of note cards. All the information felt like my head was bottled up, I wanted to enjoy my high school years, because “they pass by so fast, make the best of them” my brother would constantly say to me but failed to mention if I really wanted to do what I loved, I had to let all that go and focus on school; which became my biggest responsibility. There were times where I just wanted to take the easy way out and drop the class, but I knew no good would come from that; instead I balanced out my schedule by prioritizing my time between school, practice and work.
A year ago, I had severe back pain. I scheduled an appointment with a Physical Medicine & Rehabilitation facility. As a new patient I arrived 30 minutes early to do paperwork. My appointment was at 11 am, and I set in squirming in pain for 45 minutes. The ladies behind the front desk could see that I was in distress, but did not extend any apology for the wait. The nurse that called me back did not apologize for the long wait. She spent approximately five minutes with me getting vitals and said the doctor would be in shortly. Shortly turned into a hour and 15 minutes. I could hear people being brought in and people leaving. I went to the front desk and asked if they forgot that I was there. I then received an apology at that point I was frustrated
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
The use of the internet to create my initial list of ideas was helpful as I could find various ideas and then pick which ones stuck out to me as interesting. However, I think what was most effective for narrowing down my top choose is my personal experience with my top 3 possible topics. When coming down to picking just one topic, my experience of chronic pain influenced my interest. I have had a lot of medical difficulties that have been present since birth and that has led me to experience chronic pain starting at a very young age. From my own experience, I have some background knowledge of some psychological affects that come with constant pain. I remember when I was in elementary school, I went to the doctor and was discussing what was
I woke up screaming. There was a terrible, stabbing pain in my stomach. The doctors and nurses rushed into my room immediately. My parents were standing by my hospital bed wide-eyed with a strong look of concern on their faces. Everyone tried to calm me down but the screams were uncontrollable. I screamed for 30 minutes until the doctors put pain medication into my IV bag and I drifted slowly back to sleep.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,