Harvey Leonard Miguel, A child with unique talents this includes, an amazing memory which has been slowly developing after I had been diagnosed with Epilepsy in the beginning of high school in 2013 and Bells Palsy in 2014, I am a fast learner and a better applier. In the fall of 2014 I was diagnosed to have Bells Palsy which is the facial paralysis of only one side of my face. Ridiculed, called Harvey Dent, otherwise known as Two-Face from DC Comics a foe of the iconic Batman. Bells Palsy just like Epilepsy has an unknown origin, doctors do not know what cause it and all they can do is estimate how they can cure it. They had given me face steroids to give me control over some portion of my face. At that moment Bells Palsy represented my life, one side good, the other side frozen, kept …show more content…
I have had Epilepsy my whole life, but is not as easily triggered as it was when I entered high school. Ive had over 5 seizures in my life. Epilepsy is never a blessing, however it is not a malediction where I have learned to live with it, I have learned learn what triggers it and how I can become more in touch with myself. My freshman year of high school I had a seizure at my friends house, it was the first seizure since I was four. I was woken up from my unconscious state and I had started to cry because I was hurt and there was a big gash on my cheek from my body hitting the floor. I had been hospitalized for a week, a week without school, a week I would have to explain to teachers and students of why I was absent. A week with the teasing and the flashing of various iPhone flashlights in my eyes to try to give me a seizure. The neurologist at the hospital wanted to run an electroencephalogram (EEG) for me to measure my brain activity and determine if I needed
My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
There were so many days that I just couldn’t convince myself to leave the safety of my bed. Some days, I buried myself in books and the internet and other days, I spent hours staring up at the ceiling and wondering why I couldn’t cry no matter how much my eyes burned and my chest ached. Melinda and I could commiserate; we were both lost, wading waist deep in emotions we couldn’t fathom. Moreover, we both found similar escapes-- Melinda had art and I had music. When I was at a point where I could no longer verbalize the way I was feeling, I found melodies and lyrics that perfectly captured my thoughts.
Superman is usually a childhood favorite to most boys and girls. He saved lives and made the world a better place. Sherman Alexie, the author of “Superman and Me”, is similar to Superman. He “saves lives” for some Indian children who cannot read. As they refuse to read and write, Alexie relates to the children he helps, because he was in the same situations in his early childhood.
The narrator tries to explain the pain and suffering of having
The second appointment was with physical therapy and it was supposed to be an evaluation to determine a starting point of physical capability since it had been months since I walked independently. This was not the case. Physical therapy determined that the issue was not that there was anything physically wrong. It was a mental problem and I had fabricated the entire situation to get attention from my parents.
In the first week after returning I had a seizure at school. Many people saw it and were concerned, however, some students thought it was funny and would begin rolling around on the ground to mock me. I see some of those people in my class as I type this story. I have long since forgiven them but I still remember.
Over the course of human history, a countless amount of poems have been written by a numerous amount of poets. With such a myriad of poetry, similarities between these literary works is inevitable; in the same vein, this guarantees a huge degree of diversity as well. Even with two poems that appear to be the same, one would likely find contrasting elements within them, and vice-versa. This can be related to life itself: many people go through the same types of condition but face different outcomes, or conversely, different circumstances with similar results. Two poems about like situations in life and their differing aftermaths are “The Lanyard” by Billy Collins and “The Gift” by Li-Young Lee.
My uncle Marc was diagnosed with a disease at 22 years old. What my hero was diagnosed with is disease called epilepsy. This disease has no cure. He was diagnosed with this disease just when he started his career as a police officer. Since epilepsy is incurable, my uncle has a chance of having a grand mal seizure everyday.
They seemed quite satisfied with their condition, they grew familiar with it, they were full of the terrifying outside world, and The lady that took them , seems quite interesting and sad. “” Such is the evil of despair, it robs us of our power, or even the knowledge that we have any! The man who can die with a whistle on his lips, hasn’t in the end been defeated! But despair takes away the awareness that we even have such things as lips with which to whistle””
Feelings of sorrow and yearning are expressed in the song “Black” by Pearl Jam as the singer describes his heartbreak and remorse over a breakup with his girlfriend. Examples of psychological agony the singer endured are expressed throughout the song, for example when the singer states: “…my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds.” In these lyrics, we see that the singer’s hands are “bitter” and “chafe”. To chafe is to rub raw and the idea of hands being rubbed raw so as though to see the bare skin that lies underneath inflicts ideas of agonizing pain. The word “bitter” means to be brutish or coarse.
Little by little, parts of my soul were torn from my consciousness, as I saw the people I trained with, lived with, slept with, ate with die, right in front of my
The bright white lights and splittingly loud sounds, closing my eyes but no reprieve. The constant hum and beeps of machines. People rushing every direction imaginable. I was strapped down to a spinal board, and given a neck brace. I couldn’t move.
The lady then looked at the paper and realized it was wrong and started to laugh and said “ I am so sorry I wrote the wrong one down.” I knew that if I didn 't notice the papers they would have done surgery on my right knee instead of the left knee. I was moved to another room where other people were surrounded by nurses getting prepared for surgery. The moment I was stationed in my room I was surrounded by different nurses. There was the anesthetic nurse, the head nurse, the assistant nurses and even the nurses that are in training.
The doctor performed a lumbar puncture exam and the cerebrospinal fluid was in the cloudy range of the spectrum. According to the medical staff present at the time, this fluid is supposed to be much clear than what it was at the time of the test. Asking questions to my preceptor is another action I take in order to achieve my goals and problem-solve my obstacles. Additionally, I assist in different cases throughout the ER. For example, when a new patients come or when patients are deteriorating, the available nurses go into the room and help the other nurse.
I was so worried and felt so bad because my brother was in devos with I.V. in his arm and he hated. He had another seizure