If I had to pick one hard time in my life I 'd say it would be when my grandpa Marvin was in the hospital. He 's the kind of man that likes to do stuff himself rather then have people do it for him. So the hospital life was not for him, especially when you can 't do anything and the nurses have to help with everything. It all started when Grandpa had fallen down and injured his leg. He had trouble walking and his leg just never quite worked the same. After not going to the doctor because that 's how stubborn he is, he fell down a second time and this time he couldn 't get back up. So my uncle Kevin took him to the doctor and they told him that grandpas muscles were just weak and that he 'd be fine. But when grandpa couldn 't walk anywhere without losing his balance they took him to the hospital to see what was going on. They said that he had a disease that made it so the brain told the leg to move but the leg wasn 't getting the message …show more content…
When we were on our way to Kearney Cheyenne and I kept looking in the sky to try and find the helicopter. We arrived at the hospital right when the helicopter was landing. We sat and watched for a little bit then we went inside. The lady at the front desk had said we had to wait for them to get him settled and then only family members could go in. It took forever before we could see him. There was coffee up there and I bet dad and I drank 2 cups before we were let in. When we say grandpa he was as white as a ghost. The doctor said that one of his intestine walls had a hole in it and that he would have to go into surgery. The bad thing was that they were out of the medicine they needed to perform surgery, so we would have to wait till tomorrow but there was a chance he wouldn 't make it through tonight. As we sat there praying for the best the doctor came in and said that there was a new drug that does the same as the stuff they were out of but it was more expensive. We didn 't care and we sent him into surgery as soon
What is inspiration? That question went through my mind when my teacher told me about this project. It really got me thinking about who has inspired me that 's something you just don 't think of, but then I got to thinking and I thought my grandpa. Jud Reincke my grandpa was born and raised in Marshall where he stayed his whole life, married about 60 years,had three kids Mark,Mike,and my dad Norm Reincke. Jud later had four grand kids Matt ,Laurie ,my brother Trace,and me.
The assassination of John F. Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States, remains an unsolved mystery that has been pushed to the back of our minds over the years. Was it really the lone gunman theory—Lee Harvey Oswald—or the result of a conspiracy where the CIA and FBI were involved? A great deal of controversy surrounds the case. Therefore, if I was able to go back in time, I would travel to Nov. 22, 1963, and freeze frame John F. Kennedy’s assassination to find out the truth that lies beneath it all.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
Stomachaches have always been a huge part of my life. Everyone has them, but I think I’ve had more than the average kid. Throughout my childhood, I remember having numerous nights in pain and early morning vomit sessions. However, out of all of these memories there is one that was more terrifying than the others. One of the scariest days of my life was when I was admitted into the hospital because of a “stomachache.”
He landed in the ocean and the hospital was called to come and help them. The water was very cold and was the part of the ocean with many sharks. The people were not trained properly so he fell back into the ocean after they tried to grab him. This made is current condition worse. My mom had to nurse him back to health while she was pregnant with me.
It all begin with Grandpa laying on his death bed. While he was laying their amongst his family he spoke some confusing words “I never told you, but our
My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation. I was a mess.
I grew up in Houston, Texas and lived at the same address with the same parents for over 18 years until I moved to Austin to attend the University of Texas. Memorial Park sat directly across the street from our 900 square foot, 4 bedroom/1 bathroom bungalow (according to the realtors who later handled the estate) I remember the days of walking out our front door, through the gate in our chain link fence and crossing the street into my "front yard,” almost 1,500 acres of land filled with pine trees, playgrounds, swimming pools, and softball fields. I grew up knowing all the families on our street and most families in our neighborhood. The Jurgen family, Ray and Gladys, and their three children, Kevin, Karl, and Kay were our closest friends.
Older Adult Interview Betty was born August 30, 1930 in southern Missouri. Her parents, Maggie and Casey, were your everyday farmers in Christian County. She had an older sister, Wanita, and an older brother, Wayne, as well as a few younger siblings. Growing up, she was blessed to be in a Christian home, where your faith was everything.
Marvine Rodriguez I have learned that i am not as familiar with the computer programs as i thought. I am also feeling unorganized, the start date came faster then I thought. I now know I need to prepare myself for the week. Two days in and I am already feeling more comfortable with everything. Although I still have some anxiety, because I still have a lot to learn.
So they got me ready to give my blood. So I gave them a pint of blood and they said a pint should be enough to help the people. So I asked if I could leave and they told me no so I waited until they came back. Once one of the doctors came back I asked If I could leave again and he told me no again.
He was airlifted to a neurosurgical trauma center at Indiana University Health Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. There was pressure on the skull and presents of brain swelling and a subdural hematoma, this is a collection of blood build up in the brain. He was in the hospital for 98 das, and suffered many other major problems related to his brain injury. He had softening of certain affected areas in the brain, low blood pressure, kidney failure, pneumonia, the dangerous infection sepsis, temporary cardiac arrest and an inability to walk and talk. Years later, he has regained most of his speech but still has some cognitive problems and uses a wheelchair to get
My dad served in the United States Navy for 24 years. In the spring of 2009, my dad was deployed to Afghanistan. To be specific, he left on Sunday, April 5, 2009 at 5:00 in the morning. I woke up that morning, dreading what was about to happen. My dad had been with me all my life, to think that in a few short hours that my dad would be on a bus to the airport was heartbreaking.
There are many types of gangrene, six to be exact. Those types include gas gangrene, wet gangrene, dry gangrene, internal gangrene, Fournier's gangrene, and Progressive bacterial synergistic gangrene more commonly called Meleney's gangrene. In some cases of gangrene, the infected tissues are removed in this case the entire leg had to be removed. There were many people who could have stopped the problem. One of which includes the nurses who cared for him during his stay in the hospital, that is if he stayed.
He was on the ventilator for over seven days. Three days ago they got him off the ventilator because they thought he was doing better. They thought he could be home by the weekend. But last night as I was sitting in my living room at about ten with my mom, she got a call from Barb. Barb and Jim have traded off spending every day and night at the hospital since their son has been there.