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Throughout the course of my sixteen-year old life, I have experienced the unfortunate incident of taking a trip to the emergency room several times. The majority of them however were only for the typical injuries of an individual who shares in my liking for an adrenaline rush, and a lack of common sense. I never actually considered being seriously injured as a possible consequence of my actions. Of course, I have never tried to attempt any incredibly dangerous act without thinking it completely through. Nonetheless, previously I thought being alive could consistently be taken for granted, and as a result I never felt as thankful for living as I should have been. It was not until January 2009 that I truly was in a situation where I was in danger of losing my life, and ironically I had no responsibility in causing the incident.
On January seventh, a Wednesday, I first started to experience what would become this life changing development. The night before this I had difficulty sleeping due to a sharp sting in my right side. The tenderness had subsided by the time morning came, and I went to school like on any regular day. However when I returned home, I once again experienced this peculiar type of pain. I thought it was perhaps a pulled muscle or some other injury of that nature, so I decided to tolerate it and see if it would disappear. Friday the hurting seemed much worse. I decided I would arrange an appointment with a doctor if the soreness persisted. Much to my surprise that evening, the ache in my side mysteriously disappeared, or so I thought it did. I felt perfectly normal until Saturday evening around five o’clock. The intense sting in my right side returned, only about twice as painful as before. It was ...
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...efore it burst entirely, which saved me a lot of time in the hospital. The whole ordeal changed me both physically and mentally. At the time I was so caught up in the moment I barely understood the seriousness of the situation. That night I realized that if medical technology was not as advanced, or if doctors were not as intelligent as they are, I might not be alive today. In addition to giving me a renewed respect for those who study medicine, my appendicitis instilled in me a more realistic way of thinking. I now have a fuller understanding of why I should be thankful to be alive, and I will not forget it anytime soon. Before my appendix burst, being seriously hurt seemed like it could never happen to me, but after having surgery I realized that I was not as invincible as I once thought I was, and I began to comprehend my actions before I performed them.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Everything will be all right.” My doctor was there. That reassured me. I felt that in his presence, nothing serious could happen to me. Every one of his words was healing and every glance of his carried a message of hope. “It will hurt a little,” he said, “but it will pass. Be brave.” (79)
About 4 years ago Johnathan was in a tragic car accident due to drinking and driving. He fell asleep at the wheel and drove his car underneath a parked 18 wheeler on the side of the highway. Johnathan not only put himself in danger, but also a friend of his that was passed out in the backseat. This caused Johnathan to have to have massive facial reconstructive surgery. Johnathan’s friend suffered minor injuries since he was lying down.
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.
... Joe, and Paul Barr. “Call to Action Through Tragedy.” Modern Health Care (2012). Academic Search Complete. Web. 20 Feb. 2015.
“We can’t turn away from a patient’s pain just because it’s difficult” (chapman, 2015, p. 88). I know the path of least resistance is taking a path of ignorance. Easy, is to ignore or neglect the true pain patients experience in times of crisis. As caregivers I believe we all want to heal others or we wouldn’t be in the field of nursing, but there are only handfuls willing to be present during the healing process because sharing one’s pain hurts. As a surgical nurse, I find being genuinely present takes hard work on my behalf, not only mentally but emotionally. On a unit where patient’s needs and conditions are changing at astonishing rates, being present requires mental strength in order slow down enough to recognize the value presence
Imagine being a first year medical surgeon just out of the highest-ranking university in the nation. You are placed in the ER, in the Methodist Hospital building, as your days are spent saving people from the cruel realities that they are forced to live among. Day after day, you see handfuls of people coming in with a variety of gunshot, knife, and domestic violence wounds. Your troubles are easily compensated, however, by receiving over $200,000 a year, a brand new Mercedes, and a house upon the palisade shores. Suppose for a moment that one evening while you are on duty, an ambulance radios in and informs the hospital staff that they are bringing in a multiple gunshot wound victim and to prepare the ER for an immediate operation. You begin to order people around and dictate what needs to be prepared before the ambulance arrives. Finally the victim is present, only to show that he is not the average gangster or policeman, instead it is the near lifeless body of your own son. Your blood freezes; your brain shuts down, as you see every precious second slip away through the lifeless gaze of your child's eyes.
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Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of