Kate snapped her head towards the doorway and screamed when she saw her best friend. Her head was there, but there was a trail of blood going around her neck that proved that her head was off at one point not less than two hours ago. She was pale, and fidgety, and just looked dead. The doctor and her parents came rushing in to check on her. "What 's wrong?"
They told her she was fine. She kept retuning to the hospital complaining of pain, and they kept telling her she was fine, this process repeated until they found an enormous tumor in her abdominal region. Henrettas suffering went on for months. She had tumors in most of her major organs, her kidneys were failing and she was swollen. She had so many blood transfusions that the doctors had to cut her off.
Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”. My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
I get nervous very easily, especially when I don’t know what’s going to happen and when the situation is not in my control. Professor Griffiths explained the background of the patient, Sally Jacob. Sally Jacob was a 65-year-old female who was going to have a right side femoral popliteal bypass. Her background includes having hypertension for the 15 years, DNC heavy menstrual bleeding, peripheral arterial occlusive diseases in the right leg, and complains of having nausea and vomiting following a procedure due to the anesthetic
Her treatment was very embarrassing and shameful for her because from that day on from meeting with her doctor, she had to have a daily injection of antibiotics in her buttocks for two weeks. She had to see her doctor for that shot during her lunch hour, before work or right after work so it was basically leaving her no time to herself. She had to get fourteen injections which had left a bruise. Even though it has been over a year she still needs to have blood tests every six months. She now has a new boyfriend but did not sleep with him for four months because she was frightened, stressed and depressed knowing she used to have syphilis.
One of the scariest days of my life was when I was admitted into the hospital because of a “stomachache.” It was 2005, and I was only 4 years old. I went to preschool at a church called Samuel United Church of Christ. I loved preschool because I could paint and play with fun toys. So, when I became sick, I was very upset that I couldn’t go to school. I vomited throughout the day and my mother gave me the usual saltine crackers and
Quickly solving for the correct diagnosis .Every year there are millions of people who receive an incorrect or untimely diagnosis from their physician(s). A prime example of this comes out of the city of Dallas, Texas. On May 8, 2013, Roberto Llanas, Sr. and Cristalh Mendoza took their son, six-year-old Roberto Carlos Llanas, Jr. to the emergency room at Children’s Medical Center after he ran into a pole and fell on concrete, causing blunt force trauma to his back. When he arrived at the emergency room, he was pale, writhing in pain, and complaining of back and abdominal pain. These are classic signs of internal trauma.
Quickly scurrying through the lobby with our hearts creating an earthquake , Hannah, Evan, and I had finally reached our destination, Room 307 of the Advocate Lutheran General Hospital. As we entered the room, Rosie lie faintly upon the stark white hospital bed which would be her home for the next seven months. She was diagnosed with stage three leukemia the summer of her freshman year. I have always been a big believer in “everything happens for a reason”, but I couldn 't fathom the thought of possibly having a funeral for my fifteen year old cousin. Everything seemed to be leaving; the color in her skin, her curly brown locks, but never the beam of positivity in her deep green eyes.
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.
My heart was racing, at the snap of the ball I ran ahead for about an eight yard gain, but on the way down I felt a horrible pain in my right foot. I ended up going to the hospital a half an hour later, the doctor said that I had multiple fractures (6 to be exact), possibly some torn ligaments, and a dislocation of a few bones. I really did a number on myself. The doctor claimed to me that I would be out for at least 6 weeks, which is over halfway through the regular season. The doctor also highly recommended that I go see a sports injury specialist, or a foot specialist.
I needed to go to the emergency room, so I did. I was wheeled into one of the open rooms to be seen by the nurse and doctor. The nurse came in right away to take my temperature. Then she left and we waited ten minutes for the doctor to check my ankle out. I was shivering in pain.
I had never felt so sick or so scared before. The nurses acted fast, administering an antidote to the Tylenol through an IV in my arm. As soon as my mom heard the news, she dropped everything and made the two-hour drive to the hospital, arriving after midnight. I felt ashamed that she had to see me in that state, and guilty for how much I must have worried her. I spent my first two days there hooked up to machines and too weak to stand up for longer than a couple minutes at a time, and she stayed by my side.
Pinfield also says that of all the infants that die before their first birthday, 70% die because they were born premature. NICU nurses see many babies in fatal condition which can be difficult emotionally. Leading up to the physical care of the babies, a lot of training required to become a Neonatal nurse. In the beginning stages of advancement into a graduate program, the NCLEX-RN exam is taken. After a completion of 500 hours of work in the NICU, a secondary exam is required to be a
MeniscocyLosis (Sickle Cell Anemia) The severe pain in the patient’s joint were described as being on fire times 100. She was fatigued and could barely move. As a result of this erratic unbalanced physical condition, the patient came into the hospital emergency last month complaining of abdominal pain along with spiking body temperatures ranging between 99.0 to 102.0 degrees Fahrenheit. This recent problematic condition is new. Reading through the patient’s records, it was discovered that she came the month before with a chronic infection which was treated with the strongest doses of penicillin allowing the patient to recover within ten to fifteen days.
The reason that internal bleeding was such a possibility was because this was my third concussion. They told me that I had whiplash, and a severe concussion. The doctor giving us these results was the true moment that I found out that I’d never be able to play sports again, and it killed me to hear that. I was discharged after being in the ER for about five hours, and I finally got to go home. This day was what caused my eleven month struggle with Post Concussion Syndrome, over a year of stomach issues, weight loss, and also several months of depression.