I began to study in Dr. W.’s ELL class three weeks later than the others. My classmates immediately told me that she was a real witch and no matter how hard I would work, I should not expect to get anything higher than “C”. Nevertheless, I tried my best and just in two months, I was on a way to a stable “B”. Right after the New Year vacation Dr. W. decided to give us a test.
It was my first time administering a medication to the patient. I was very nervous and excited at the same time. I knew all the medication she will get but I did not know the time. Therefore, I look at MAR and figured out the time.
It all started fourteen television series ago. When fresh medical students came to Seattle Grace Memorial Hospital as interns. Where they would have the worst and best moments of their life. Most would grow up to be residents and then attendings. You would think fourteen seasons, that is a crazy amount of episodes.
She was scared and did not want to leave Mr. Bevis. However, once she transferred she made not only new friends but girls who were as close as sisters. All girls were between the ages of 12 and 14. Over the next approximately 6 months, Peg made an amazing recovery and though she was the last of the 4 other girls to get to Sheltering Arms she was the first to be discharged to go home.
The motivation to pursue a career in nursing has always seemed to be part of who I am, and some of my earliest memories are of my mom and her grandma, both registered nurses, talking about being a nurse and caring for others. Inspiration from my mom and great-grandmother was complimented by one of the biggest inspirations in my life, my cousin Jacob. I was just eight years old, but still vividly remember Jacob being born and visiting him for the first time in the hospital. Jacob was born with Downs Syndrome and had open heart surgery shortly after his birth. As we waited to be able to see Jacob, I was sure I wanted to be one of the people walking around the halls in scrubs responsible for helping care for Jacob and the other children in the
She was widow after 19 years and 7 months of marriage; and race 4 children by herself. She went back to school to redo her RN license; she is the most intelligent person I know. She is also a detail-oriented person, and helped students think from different points of view. We don’t meet special people like her everyday, there’s not a lot of people who react to tragedy the way she did. I meet Ms. Kent 3 years ago I used to be a patient of her at Parkview Medical Clinic till one day I show up for my fallow up appointment
My 10 Life Lessons My first and most important life lesson is to be thankful. I know that is such a simple one, and it is one that I have been taught my entire life. However, I have just recently learnt how important this lesson is. I am a nursing student, and during my third week of clinicals at the nursing home I was assigned a patient that is a vegetable.
Through being a student nurse, I was taught and molded to become a safe and practical licensed nurse. I endured a whole year of reading and book work, sleepless nights and a whole lot of sacrificing to become a future nurse. Through all my days in a clinical setting and shadowing different care team members, one of the most valuable lessons I have picked up on is the good and bad habits health care members attained over the years when it came to professionalism in the workplace. I have realized that for me to be a successful and professional nurse in the field, it is crucial to be respectful, advocate for patients, show integrity, look the part and have good personal hygiene.
My internship took place at Gleneagles Hospital from June 8th – 12 th 2015. I helped two consultant orthopedic surgeons, Dr. Mohana and Dr. Parameshwaran, during the week whilst I observed their work. As a 16 year old high school student, I had no experience in this job sector, but I felt a sense of comfort as I commenced my internship. Their team was so polite to me from the first day that I felt as if I was one of their full-time colleagues. My expectations were to find out how to treat general injuries, to be able to understand and use new medical vocabulary that I never heard of before, and to recognize the injury that the patient had.
It is now week two of interning back at this endoscopy center. I don’t consider this week two but just a continuation. I experienced myself violating HIPPA. I could not believe that I was very carless with a patient’s electronic health record. I was dealing with two different patients side by side when they were laying down after they had gotten their endoscopy procedure done.
When my parents and grandmother reached the hospital, the doctors had already taken Ben back to begin surgery. A few hours later the surgery was a success and my brother had survived. The doctors had begun to relieve my family with a therapist. They reminded us how lucky we were that Ben was alive because if he didn’t reach the hospital within a certain time frame then we would have lost him and I would have lost my older brother and our lives would have been changed forever. After I graduate I plan on going into the nursing program and getting my Bachelors as an RN.
In my first clinical placement day as 2nd year St Clair College collaborative nursing student in Metropolitan Hospital, I was assigned to assess the patient (SS) who was recently done 2 surgical procedures , and as I did the routine checkup of the patient’s data from the medical file and chart, it was mentioned that MRSA test was done 3 days ago as the patient was susceptible to it because of lengthy stay in the hospital but the results were not ready yet. At the door of the room there were notice that to use PPE precaution with the other patient sharing the same room of my patient, so I attempted to wash my hands and wear the gloves to get in the room, but my instructor advised me to wear gown too as the MRSA status was not known yet and the other patient is a known case and a nurse came to add the bed number of my patient to the note of using the PPE.
I woke up the next morning, still feeling a burning pain flaring through my hand. I winced whenever it touched something. My mom scheduled an appointment at the same place I’ve been going to ever since I was born, Shriners Hospital. I left school early the next day and then went to and then journeyed to Philadelphia. The doctor found out there were no broken or fractured bones, but there was still pain.
When I contemplate why I want to pursue a career in the medical field, I picture my high school allied health class where my enthusiasm for the field first started and I became a Certified Nursing Assistant. I have been around hospitals and doctor’s growing up, but that class opened my eyes to a new world. To learn extensive amounts about the healthcare field and have the opportunity to gain clinical experience has no comparison, to be able to learn hands on at that age, and know that I wanted to care for patients. To see all those elderly residents, to experience helping them and showing them compassion, it made my day, every day I was there. The fact that I can do two things I love, learning new things and helping people get better excites