The Pick Up Darkness. All encompassing darkness. The moon is absent and not one star stains the sky. It's the night a late model Ford Fiesta refuses to continue its journey to the safety of it's home. It's the night that the little car's life passes from this realm to automobile heaven on a long, dark stretch of desolate road. The driver curses violently as the lifeless automobile coasts to its final resting place onto what he hopes are the shoulder of the road. It's difficult for him to tell in the absolute pitch darkness. Hesitantly, he turns the ignition, praying that the engine had merely stalled. His hopes are shattered, as there is no response from under the hood. He tries the key again with more urgency, and yet still no signs of life. "It's dead Jim." He mutters to himself. The driver, Derek Clancy, hits the steering wheel one final time in disgust. Derek, a former high school football star, lets out a string of curses before exiting his four-wheeled prison. "That's the last time I volunteer for anything." He growls remembering his offer to fill in for a co-worker whose wife was very pregnant at an out of town branch of the video rental chain that Derek is employed by. "Midnight in the middle of freaking nowhere..." kicking the Fiesta as he surveys his surroundings, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. Leafless trees cast deeper shadows against the starless night sky. The twisted branches stab madly in all directions as if to flee some unseen terror lurking within the mist. An eerie silence hangs about the area, except for a few metallic pings from the cooling engine of the non-functional Fiesta. "A perfect bac... ... middle of paper ... ...ng pain lanced through his body. Whom these shape shifters who have been infiltrating Earth's population, watching, waiting, had already replaced. How many people in places of power? Maybe one of them is the president, which sure would explain a lot. Maybe the tabloids may have been right all along, but Derek will never know. Nobody knows yet, but maybe someone will find out and stop them. And how would the people of Earth battle such a powerful threat? But now as their aliens razor sharp teeth inch towards him, the stench of death wafting into his nostrils, only one thing is certain in Derek's mind. "I hope that shape changing twin of me doesn't hit the damn lottery. I hope that alien is stuck in that stinking minimum wage job for a long, long time..." Derek screams as the beasts tear mercilessly into his flesh.
Perspective allows people to see another person’s point of view. In the essay “The Cabdriver’s Daughter” by Waheeda Samady, she addresses her perception versus society’s opinion of her father. In her eyes, her father is a person capable of displaying kindness and expressing his profound knowledge while for some Americans, he is their preconceived notion of what a terrorist might look like. She challenges people to look past his scars and the color of skin, and “look at what the bombs did not destroy” (19). To her, he is the man that has lived through the Soviet-Afghan War, persevered through poverty, and denied these experiences the power of changing him into a cantankerous person. Samady feels prideful of her father’s grit through his past experiences yet feels sorrowful thinking about the life he could have lived if the war had never happened.
“Riding the Bus with My Sister” by Rachel Simon is a touching, true life journey about Beth and her sister Rachel. Beth and Rachel are in there thirties at the time the book takes place. They were born eleven months apart and aside of their age difference and their personality, Beth is different from Rachel because she suffers from mental retardation. Beth has lived on her own in her subsidized apartment and enjoys riding the bus routes around Pennsylvania city. Beth asked Rachel to come stay a year with her in order to accompany her in her daily bus route routine and Rachel agreed. “Riding the Bus with My Sister” documents Rachel’s remarkable journey her and her sister spent together and her learnings from Beth. Simon presents views on how those with mental retardation should be treated and self-determination.
People would find it more understanding and more willing to help someone who is a relative. It would be uncomfortable to have a violinist that you do not know attached to you. Also, it would not look natural for you and the violinist to be attached back to back. A fetus grows inside the uterus of a woman and has a natural look. This also allows the mother to still be able to do normal, everyday activities. Thomson makes it out to sound like a pregnant woman is not allowed or capable to do anything during the nine months of pregnancy. Thomson says in the story that while you are attached to the violinist, you are to be bed-ridden. This is not the case for most pregnancies. Majority of pregnant women are allowed to still go about their lives. In the cases of pregnant women being bed-ridden, it is usually in the third trimester of their
Patient A.B. was a 26 year old female who had delivered her baby girl at 0502, approximately two hours before I assumed care of the patient with my preceptor. This was her third pregnancy and all were a cesarean delivery. Gestational age at time of delivery was forty weeks and one day. Mom was group B strep negative and required no antibiotics, blood loss was approximately 400ml and baby had Apgar score of eight and nine. The patient had a very detailed birth plan which included some details such as; staying with her baby, breastfeeding, and providing
they go through with the pregnancy. Would it be fair to let the mother of two
lie on her back to pray that the commander has made her pregnant; which tells us that it’s
Sitting down was just about unbearable; wall to wall pregnant women, as far as the eye could see. "Was this what the doctor was going to tell me, that he made a mistake while doing my partial hysterectomy and now I was pregnant? No; that couldn't be it! It's been a year since I had surgery. So, what was so important that he couldn't tell over the phone? May be the endometriosis came back; yes, that was it, it had to be. Why wasn't my name being called?" It had been 20 minutes since I signed in. Waiting when uncertainty was on one side of the door and clear was on the other, waiting was the hardest thing to do.
A newlywed couple is expecting their first child. In her seventh month of pregnancy, the mother is driving to her doctor’s appointment. All of the sudden, she is hit on the driver’s side. She is unconscious and quickly rushed to the hospital. The doctor examines her; her placenta is ruptured. The doctor contacts the father for consent of the emergency caesarean section since the mother is incapacitated. The mother and child are in fatal danger if the doctor does not move quickly. The father consents to the surgery. Once the father arrives at the hospital, he is not allowed in the operating room. As he waits, the doctor comes out and tells him of his child’s birth. However, there were complications, so the child was in the Neonatal Intensive
I interviewed a woman who has a child with special needs. The child is now in kindergarten. The mother reported having a normal pregnancy with no complications. This was the second child for the mother, who has another child who was five years old at the time. The mother disclosed that during the pregnancy, she was in the process of separating from the child’s father and that this caused a moderate level of stress. At the time of the pregnancy, the mother was also working full time as a waitress in a local restaurant. The mother reported that her job required her to be on her feet for long periods of time. She was able to work until around a week before her child was born. The mother reports that the child was born around two weeks early but that labor was easy and the child was born healthy.
At the time, my wife Jeanne was pregnant with our soon-to-be daughter Tahlyn. We had waited eight long months for her to arrive, and finally her due date was getting closer and closer. The excitement grew stronger as the days went by.
When a woman comes to the hospital, a nurse will collect all basic information before performing the check up. Getting name, age, chief complaint, and in this case how far along is she in her pregnancy, and of course how many babies there are. The nurse will also be sure to gather information such at the name of the physician she is under, any previous medical diagnoses, number of pregnancies, how many births, expected day of delivery, allergies, time of the last oral intake, and pain level. The woman will go to the admission process and into the delivery room. She will stay admitted until after the delivery, and then moved to a more calming and secluded section with her baby. The mother will have her vital signs as well as a full assessment
This clinical rotation I was assigned to the operating room, where they conduct obstetric surgical procedures. Since, I had been sent to observe in the operating room before, during the previous semester, I was more at ease. Especially, already knowing what the role of a nurse would be during the procedure. There were four operation scheduled for that day, three of which I was able to observed. Even though there must have been a thousand scenarios of what might possibly go wrong were playing through my head, everything went well with each procedure. There were two hysterectomy, one caesarian birth procedure, and one laparoscopic tubal ligation performed, all of which except the caesarian birth I observed. Thus, I was a bit disappointed having missed the process of birth. However, the experience of having to work with a nurse that was not only very accommodating, but very intent on making sure that I gain knowledge
During one of my shifts on postpartum I was helping a nurse look after a mom with her first baby. She really wanted to be able to breastfeed but she was having a lot of troubles getting her baby to latch on. It was a Saturday and there was no lactation consultant working who could come in to help her. Her baby was also small for gestational age, so she did have risk for hypoglycemia, making it really important for her baby to be feeding to ensure her blood sugars would not drop. After each attempt at breastfeeding and being unsuccessful, the mom would look very upset. The nurse tried to help her by showing her different breastfeeding positions and techniques and teaching her to express her milk and put it in the baby’s mouth. The
Author and Era: Albert Camus wrote The Stranger as a fictional expression of not only his philosophical concept of the absurd, but also to underscore the relationship between man and nature. World War I had left the world ravaged and displayed the hostility of the world to the people. Camus had experienced the loss of his father due to World War I (Bloom, “The Story Behind the Story”). With the advent of World War II in such a short time between World War I, Camus felt the indifference of the universe first hand, as did many other citizens of the world. Witnessing the Nazi-occupation of France along with the atrocities committed by the Nazis, Camus felt the need to address the palpable human despair in
This had been a planned pregnancy from the beginning and was the last pregnancy both parents had planned for with the mother receiving a tubal ligation.