Does there appear to be negligence in this case? Yes in this case there appears to be negligence, David was told after being seen by the doctor that he could not be admitted because he was a veteran and had to go to a VA hospital for treatment which was 90 minutes away. David was sitting at the hall way for five hours and he complained that he needed to lie down. Afterwards David was taken to a nursing home because the VA hospital couldn’t been reached and later David had a stroke after being admitted to the nursing home. David pass away weeks later.
Torture of the worst kind. I thought that the pain I underwent during the accident was as bad as it could get… but I was wrong. It started about a week into my visit. My nurse came in and lifted me to a wheelchair.She wheeled me to a side of the hospital I had never seen. Through the hallways we passed by kids of all ages that looked like wax figurines that got too close to the fire place.
So, Darry had to run in there to save him. The doctor said that Dally would be okay after two or three days in the hospital. But, Johnny was in critical condition and was suffering from severe shock and third-degree burns. He couldn’t even feel the burns below his waist (102). This is proof that Darry got sick and stayed in the hospital for a few days, but was fine eventually.
February 26 I went into the surgery room, frightened of something going wrong. It was a rough two weeks, harder than any conditioning or the flu I have ever had. The pain was unbearable. With every move of my hip, ankle or knee came a sharp pain, bringing tears to my eyes and me calling for my mom. Soon came therapy;The most boring and uncomfortable thing someone could experience.
Looking back from who I used to be to be before I had cancer was painful. I missed so much in school and I didn’t really have friends because I didn’t have many opportunities to make friends. I spent so much time in the hospital that I basically knew every nurse that was on my floor. I had to learn how to be positive and hopeful. There wasn’t much I could do anymore; I now two different types of cancer.
Breast cancer is a cancer worse than what i had especially since she had to have chemotherapy. Chemo lowers your white blood cell count. White blood cells are what help you fight of diseases so she could easily get sick. She did get sick and had to go to the hospital my dad went with her, and sense my brother was at college I had to go stay with my cousins in cairo so they could take me to school. I had to stay with them for about three weeks I always had to get up earlier than usual, and when I woke up my cousins woke up except for the eleven year old named grant who I would have to pick up out of his bed and take him to the kitchen so he could eat breakfast.
I ended up being sent to our local hospital for a CT scan. That’s the day I learned that I really hate IV’s. I refused to even move my right arm in fear that it would poke something else. When the scan came back, they reported finding suspicious spots in the tumor (although at the time they thought it was just a cyst.) They referred me to the UK hospital that night.
It was 7 in the evening, the EMS rolled in a 12-month-old to our Emergency department. The infant was in respiratory distress, had cold, clammy skin. While awaiting the vitals, his mother admitted that he was having fever and diarrhea for 2 days and had a history of underdeveloped brain. Temperature was 105F, tachycardia and tachypnea seen and BP was not recordable. We immediately started resuscitating the baby.
I had a BMI of 37 going into my freshman year of college and my physician warned me numerous times to change my lifestyle. I dismissed their warnings with youthful ignorance. However, there I was laboring away on that treadmill, with only one response to those thoughts begging me to quit, “This pain is nothing compared to how you felt that day.” My dad was never out of shape, but he also wasn’t as healthy as his physician asked him to be. That fact did nothing to stop the heart attack he suffered months before my freshman year at Iowa. There laid my dad, unconscious with tubes protruding
and there was nothing I could do about it. A few weeks had passed and my rash had finally dissolved. I had to relearn how to move my left knee and to walk efficiently, because I was on crutches for a month. This was definitely a challenge for me, it hurt to move my left leg, and thinking about walking was a different story. Even though after a few months of my father and my surgeon telling me that I would not be able to play sports, it had finally hit me what they were saying was true.
She is the founder and owner of D.O.G. (Depend On God) Ministry, which is an organization to prevent animal abuse and hunger. D.O.G. Ministry was birthed out of a dream in which she said the Spirit of God spoke to her and said, “May Everything that have breath praise the Lord.” From her own expenses, Davis makes a variety of crafts to sell, such as, wreaths, painted/decorated wine glasses, costumes and much more. This allows her to purchase food to donate to shelters and families who have fallen on difficult times.