Personal Narrative: My Head-To-Toe Assessment

It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.

Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.

My typical day would start with greeting the nurse who would come to brief my parents on the progress of patients overnight. I learned the importance and intricacies of patient care while overhearing my parents discussing the prognosis

Ti loved it when we would be walking downtown to get something to eat with other gamblers and we would come across a sidewalk vendor with a fruit stand. Ti would bet he could throw an orange on top of a three-story building, somewhat of a gamble, so to take some of the gamble out of the bet Ti would have the gamblers stand a short distance away from the fruit cart. When Ti went over to the fruit cart, he would stand in front of the oranges and you could see him pick up a few and feel them, trying to pick just the right orange. That’s when I would try to get their attention by flashing my money and asking who would like to bet what. Now, when I saw Ti standing sideways to the fruit cart, I knew he was ready, so I would take off one of my alligator shoes, put it on the sidewalk, and put all the bet money under it to keep it from blowing away.

It was a cold winter day a few days after my birthday. We were packing stuff into brown boxes and Doritos boxes and some direct t.v boxes because we were moving. I was packing tons of toys in boxes. I was packing stuff in garbage bags and boxes to put in a garage sale.

I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get dad is trying to do his best, I mean what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign to me.

The fire that was light for the night is burning low in the old brick fireplace. The heat from the low light orange burning fire is upstairs in the open attic. The attic is filled with warm sleeping bodies. Then there is creaking slowly getting closer ,with a light,bright as the stars of the night showing the way. Behind that light is a man in his mid 40’s and with fiery red hair and pale,freckled covered skin,he looked like an Irishman.

Well have you ever been in a car that just stopped on the side of the road, well if you haven’t read this story. It all started one night six years ago just after we had just finished cleaning school my mom, grandma, and cousin all went to M.C. Donalds to get dinner for all of us. My grandpa and I went in the other car and headed home. All of the sudden just as we were about ten minutes away from home are car little by little started to slowly slow down and drift on to the side of the road. My grandpa had put his head back against the headrest and wasn't doing anything so I started to panick and a get little creeped out.

“The straw that broke the camel’s back”, an idiom reflecting reaching maximum capacity of strain or tolerance. As a commonly expressed phrase, you never really know what it looks like until it happens to you. Whether it be a major incidence, or completely minuscule, to the point of seeming unnoticeable, its occurrence is quite real, as is the potential fallout from the breakdown. I will never forget Thanksgiving 1996 and my front row witnessing of one of these events.

Personal Narrative A member in my family has an illness, not like most illnesses that come to mind, such as cancer or other diseases. This illness affects my family 's lives. Most people don´t understand how it can affect others, but it does affect like how most sicknesses do. Many people suffer from this illness. This illness is called alcoholism.

Clinical experience was meaningful and learned many things about some specific patients. In the morning I attended some call lights, did some diaper changed, and helped pass out trays. I also help fed Mrs. M.S by bringing to the dining room and fed her. Throughout I maintain professionalism and provided caring. Midday I was with Physical Therapy and Speech Therapy.

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.

When I was little, I imagined myself as a normal human being, just like the others. Everything I remember about my past is black and white. There was a deep fog covering me from others. As I advanced in my education, things became clearer as if I just got a new pair of glasses. What I saw through these specs were a nightmare.

During a clinical shift, I would be responsible for providing care to patients with malignant hematological diseases, completing pertinent assessments and teaching skills, such as how to care for the mouth when experiencing mucositis and how to avoid infections. Self-reflection on Professional Practice All nurses registered in the general and extended classes are required to complete their self-Assessment every year. Self-Assessment is a self-directed, two-part process that results in a learning plan (CNO self assessment 2018). Through the process of self-assessment, you identify your areas of strength and learning needs (CNO