Apparently, she was brought to the hospital from a nursing home because of uncontrolled pain. The doctor who admitted her was notorious for berating a nurse at a moment’s notice and was the head physician at the hospital and ruled the roost (so to speak) and was impossible to please – reportedly. The off-going nurse was giving me report, and it went something like this: “She is in there crying and squirming in pain. She is complaining of stomach upset and nausea but not throwing up. There is nothing I can do because her morphine is only ordered every two hours and she just had it about 15 minutes ago and it’s not helping.
An experience I had involving ethics in relation to an interprofessional collaboration was in my present nursing case. Prior to me starting my patient a 13-year-old girl had a severe asthma attack and went into cardiac arrest, died and was brought back to life this past February. Although the EMTs were able to bring her back, she has been in a coma ever since. What makes this case an ethical dilemma is that several months ago the doctors wanted to diagnose her as brain dead and remove her from life support. Through the use of medical terminology, lack of understanding about her daughter’s condition and unempathetic doctors they managed to convince the mother that her child had no hope of survival.
It would become more painful every time she would move or bend my finger. After she was done examining my finger, she called my father and told him what had happened, then he decided to take me in to the doctor. He arrived at the school, talks to the nurse, I signed out, and we were on the way to the doctors. “It 's probably just sprained. Sprains do hurt worse the breaks yanno.” my father explained.
For example, my patient complained saying she was in pain and none of the nurse had taken care of her. She was crying and yelling at nurse to take another pain medicine. However, she forgot that she already had taken her medication. Therefore, I learned the big lesson that it’s important to look at the patient’s chart at first and know their diagnosis and symptoms. According to the text, most of the patient with bipolar disorder would do the things which nobody had expected.
After I realized what had happened to me I started screaming “IT’S BROKEN.” After I had interpreted that fact I just couldn’t get over what had happened to my arm. We had gone to the hospital as fast as we could, they took x-rays of my arm. They had told My Mom and I that I had broken my Ulna, and my Radius (those and bones in the forearm.) They put me in some room and waited. They had told me that they were putting me on anesthesia.
Everything changed and my life got crushed in pieces when I was 10 years old and my grandmother died. She died due to the lack of care and knowledge of the Russian doctors, who weren’t able to help with a disease (meningitis) that could have been easily cured if they would have had at least a simple interest in helping! My mom was of course heartbroken, and everyone seemed to realize how terrifying it is for her, but no one was really there for me. I was all alone, dealing with the death of one of the most important persons in my life. She was gone, and I had no one by my side that I felt confident enough to share with.
The next day they have to go to dance rehearsal and Jules has very bad pain in her hip and back. As a result, Jules has to stop dancing for a while and she goes to a specialist to help her after seeing many other doctors who tells Juliana and her family that she has stage 4 cancer. Sam, Juliana, and her family were devastated, crying about the bad news. Jules begins to feel that her mother and Sam are the only ones who see her as the same person. Everyone else treats Jules differently.
Nobody told me how to sit there correctly, and I was lost and sat very slowly. Again, this doctor started to yell at me and say some offensive words to me. This kind of attitude made me cry, because I expected gynecologist to be kind, patient and friendly with girls that have never visited them. Truthfully, due to my emotional stress I even had no words to say. Later, when this nightmare has finished, I was asked to proceed to the doctor’s room for further directions.
The inferior lobe, lower part, of my left lung is scar tissue and I don’t get as much as oxygen as the “normal” person does. I spent a large amount of time in the hospital in an oxygen tent during the first few years of my life. The doctors put me on a transplant list, but, my mom argued with the doctors and told them that she didn’t want me to have a transplant. When I was three, I received a diagnosis of asthma. This new diagnosis led to more hospital time, more medications and more doctors informing my mom I needed a transplant, still, she resisted.
What that teacher said prompted many doctors appointments and tests and speech therapies. That is a lot for a fourth grader to take on. One doctor told my mom I had aspergers and that I would never make it anywhere just as my teacher had told me. My mom was not going to take that answer, she took me to a specialist who diagnosed me with something else. What this doctor diagnosed me with fit much better and explained a lot to my mom and I.
I did not know this would be so hard to deal with, but it was. With tears in my eyes I kept questioning god why this had to be happening to me. The doctors explained to me that my baby got sick from being in my stomach so long after my water broke. I did not want to be away from her, every morning my trips to the NICU were the hardest. Seeing her with tubes, and all the stuff made me upset.
When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a medical condition that required me to go to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh multiple times per month. It was boring, annoying, and sometimes painful. I never enjoyed going and that didn’t change as I got older. But when I just started going, I was very sick. Between the one hundred two-degree fever I had and the amount of blood they had to take out of me for tests, I felt miserable.
She had so many blood transfusions that the doctors had to cut her off. Henrietta could not fight off the cancer forever and eventually passed away, and after her death nobody told her children as diseases like this were not spoken openly within families, so the children did not know about the mysterious disappearance of there mother for
When she had an serious injury in the hospital, and she totally forgot about all the things before the accident, all the things he knew was her parent told her, she was curious about what they said, she wanted to find out by herself. She didn’t just lie on the bed and do nothing, she was trying to regain her memory. Even though she didn’t know it is good or bad, she tried many methods to find out what actually happened in the accident. Another main character in the story is Libby’s mother, the thing I don’t like about her is she didn’t tell the truth to her daughter, and lied to her. Libby’s mother lied to Libby that Libby hit someone who has been seriously injured, and Libby’s mother knew that that person is Libby’s friend Kasey.
This is for documentation as to reason why my daughter Cadence Lookabill has had so many unexcused absenses. Cadence has struggled with chronic allergies for years and with those allergies she has a lot of mucus which causes vomiting and diarrhea. I have taken her to the doctor for these issues and they just send her home saying there is nothing they can do, so I didn’t take her on those days. If she had strep throat or any other illness I did. Cadence was given notes for the dates in question, she did not get the notes to the appropriate person and after she failed to give them those notes she threw them away.