She does ask for more pain medication, but states Ultram worked well for her. She tells me she was given one of these in the emergency room. I did give her a prescription for Ultram 50 mg one to two tablets every four to six 6 hours p.r.n. #20 given with no refill. I did suggest we could try physical therapy, but she states things are improving and thus she does not want to do this.
I had to stay an extra month because i had symptoms of meningitis. All the nurses treated me like I was their own. My mom always told me that those nurses were always holding me and putting bows in the little hair I had. After this story, my appointments were always filled with questions about becoming a nurse. As I got older the questions always got more about college and less about curiosity.
Marlene Petersen, a B.C new comer, her daughter was diagnosed with a rare brain tumor. She was very stressful and anxiety. Luckily, a new health service launched in October, 2004 had saved her daughter. It was NavaHealth, a profit organization, providing support and patient advocacy. Its president- Elisabeth Riley is a kind woman, she understands and sympathies with people.
She became a caring loving woman who influences everything I have and will every do. On December 5th, 2011 a woman who loved me so much passed away, leaving me with a mountain to climb of depression and a event that would change everything that I knew and loved. When I was a young girl my grandma was my person, my rock, my everything, every time their was a problem I would go to her a she would help me through it. She really helped me when I was six and my parents informed me that they were going to get a divorced, at that age I didn’t understand why I thought that everything was great in our family. During this time my grandma took care of me greatly and made sure I was loved and cared for.
During this week at my field agency, I participated in the following including; attending team meeting where cases are presented and clients assigned. I observed, conducted family as well as individual sessions, took referrals and attended the multidisciplinary team meeting. The individual session was a 31 years old client who is depressed as well as have a low self-esteem issues as she reported that her mother constantly made her feel like she is not good enough. I found this session interesting because I had only met her once to schedule an appointment and this was the first therapy session and she bonded so quickly. From my observations, she needed someone to vent to about her feelings, all I did was sat quietly and actively listened to
Luckily for her she could afford treatment and was able to put her life back on track. There are millions of Americans living with a mental illness and cannot afford to treat it. I know this all too well. For instance, my brother has been living with schizophrenia his whole life but was not diagnose until three years ago. Before his diagnoses
The book did an excellent job of really covering the culture of Native Americans. While growing up my parents did an excellent job of raising my sister and I. I never really understood that there was any difference between being Caucasian and Native American until moving to Rapid City. Personally, I believe it was not until my mid-twenties that I began to realize that people felt differently. Since I began my nursing career I have been “fired” as a nurse by many families, most of those families being Native American. The excuses vary from “to intense, to strict, and not giving them what they require.” Since maturing past the
She sadly passed away mid October due to weak lungs and many other complications. As I stood in front of her bed in the hospital watching her life slowly slipping away from her hands. I stared into her eyes, remembering all of the things she had done to help me be the person I am today. She was a person who would step up to any challenge no matter how big and would finish it with a smile on her face. From my grandma, I learned how to be patient and persistent.
My selected patient was a 22-year-old lady, Emma (pseudonym), who came to see me at the outpatient clinic for the follow-up appointment about her psoriasis. She had been diagnosed and treated as mild psoriasis for 10 years with a moderate response. Although her lesions were mainly limited to upper and lower limbs, her lesions often flared up, due to physical trauma and stress. Additionally, she was very self-conscious about her psoriasis and would like to discuss the referral to a dermatologist for further treatments. Emma was chosen for a discussion as a part of a monthly conference of the
For so long it seemed so unreal that she was really gone. She had been in the hospital for quite a while after having a stroke. And although she had already had two before, one when I was in elementary school and one the same year as the third, she was improving great and everyone thought she was going to recover fine and be able to come home sometime soon. I think that her doing so well one day and then suddenly passing the next is what made it
Mary Chesnut an author and a civil war diarist visited the hospital very frenquently. She wrote “Our Florence Nightingale is Sally Tompkins.” Sally Tompkins was a local hero in Richmond, she kept her hospital open two months after them war. Once the hospital was closed, Sally visited her family members around Virginia. She volunteered to be a Sunday school teacher at the St. James Episcopal Church, she was an active member there for a chunk of her life. Sally died in July 26, 1961 of natural causes, she died in the Confederate Woman’s Home in Richmond and she was burried with military honors.
My mom had developed breast cancer. Early in November, we scheduled my mom to have surgery on November 20th, about three days before Thanksgiving. My aunt flew out to us to help around the house and to help my mom when coming home from the hospital. Everyone in the family was on edge. I was already stressed from the junior years school workload, but now I had my mom and her surgery to think and stress about, too.
Lucy Anne Belle was a 31 year old nurse, she’s a tall, thin, and wears glasses, she’s also a widowed and a mother, her husband died in a tragic car accident. Lucy lives in Washington D.C. Her ambitions was to be a doctor and have a better life for her daughter. Lucy weakness was seeing her loved one dies, and strengths is her daughter and her job. It has been 2 years since Lucy lost her husband.
Most of her late adulthood was centered on taking care of her sick husband and mother and church activities. In 2008 her husband Raymond became very sick and later passed away. She then took on the role of taking care of her mother who too became ill. Due to her illness, she moved her mother in her house where she took care of her and accommodated all of her needs for several years before her passing in 2013. 2013 was also the year that her great-great granddaughter was born, making her the sixth generation alive at the time in our family. Also, all she has been through from picking cotton, and witnessing racism and segregation, she was able to experience the United States having the a African American president for the first
She overcomes the losses of several important people in her life, and moves on to become a better person. At one point, James says, “My mother is the only individual I have ever known who has been in the process of moving on for ten years straight” (McBride 268). Ruth was crippled by the losses of both Andrew and Hunter, and became loose with her parenting style. Eventually, after many years, she got a grip and began to parent her children. Although there were rough patches, she overcomes the losses of her husbands.