I turned left as I entered the door into a room of the same white walls and grey carpet. I was directed towards the room I would be evaluated in. As I walked through the halls, the walls were littered with posters about the quality of WellSpan’s doctors, insurance, and many other frankly biased corporate ideals. After the maze of hallways, I entered a room on the left. The room was the only way to divert my attention from the impending mental spiral I expected to happen. My mother and I waited on the same uncomfortable chairs as we did in the waiting room. To the right was the maroon counter and overhead cabinets that had nothing but a generic laptop that was placed on it and a bright red hazardous waste bin. The yellow walls are distinctly memorable. The doctor I was seeing was the main physician of USA Weightlifting, so the wall directly across from myself was a framed white shirt with the black Sharpie signatures of the weightlifters surrounding the red and blue logo. On the other wall opposing the counter, a picture of the team with their physician was on the wall. As I waited in this room, I could not distract myself with the contents of the room for much
I kept focus, as I followed the directions the lady at the front desk had given me. Her snaggletooth distracted me from remembering the difference of taking a left or right at the end of the hall. “Left will take you to the bathroom”? And right will take you to your Grandmother Halle”? The lady’s low voice echoed in my head, as I questioned it. Without a doubt in my mind, I turned right. I stared down at the glimmering waxed floor as I walked up to the first door; it was the bathroom.
Annette is a 59-year-old female, who was independent with mobility, ADLS, and iADLS before she was admitted to an acute care hospital (Prizio, n.d.). Annette has many roles, including: wife, mother, friend, and museum greeter (Prizio, n.d.). Annette enjoys cooking, cleaning, reading, knitting, and crocheting (Prizio, n.d.). For her social life, Annette spends time with her two grandchildren, dines out with her husband, and watches movies with friends (Prizio, n.d.).
Many people in life are born without a specific body part or even lose it. Throughout years and decades people found a way to modify peoples’ losses. Technology has advanced in the health department which leads into biomedical engineering. Biomedical engineering is the application of engineering principles and design concepts to medicine and biology for healthcare purposes. It combines the problem solving skills of engineering with the medical field and biological science to help advance health care treatment such as therapy, diagnosis, and monitoring. Biomedical engineering has helped by advancing medical equipment and by making prosthetic limbs for those who have lost body parts. Genetic engineering is the modification of the characteristics
Softball. My favorite sport. It’s not a contact sport so, the chances of me injuring another player are slim to none. Or so i thought….. I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.”
“A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.” (Joseph Campbell). Heroes dedicate their lives to contribute to the general welfare of society. Most of the time, the obstacle seems to big for them to handle, but they overcome it in the end. A hero can be anyone in the world. A neighbor, a child, a firefighter, or a politician. Heroes are determined, they never do anything for personal gain, and they always fight for good.
My second winter snowboarding started off painful. I was going snowboarding with some family friends at Cranmore Mountain and to say the least the experience was eventful. Getting there we stand in line to get the over priced day passes and struggle in the warmth of the lodge while wearing enough clothes for sub degree weather. We get to the front of our line pay the price on the sign and we were off to a long day of skiing and snowboarding we thought. First thing we do is go to the biggest chair lift which goes to the top of the mountain. As a nine year old boy the ride up was nerve racking enough but boy I didn't know what the ride down would entail.
As I entered the operating room, I couldn’t believe my ears: the surgeons were playing salsa music and talking about the upcoming elections. This was just the first program I attended this summer, a shadowing program at the Hospital de Manatí. While I was driving to the hospital the first day, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Once I got there, they sorted us to the different specialties. The program director called out my name followed by general surgery with Dr. Jimenez. SURGERY. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t just like watching a medical drama on tv and being amazed at what the actors in a tv-show did. This was the real deal. I realized that I live for moments like this, that are almost indescribable but include a mix of utter fascination,
I am writing to you in support of Toye Adefioye. Toye Adefioye shadowed me at Daughters of Miriam, a skilled nursing facility in Clifton, New Jersey, from 08/2013 to 06/2014 for over 1500 hours. Toye observed me while I provide therapy to patients of various diagnoses; diagnoses such as general orthopedic, neurological, cardiovascular, wound management, geriatrics, and so on.
Waking up Amy felt the discomfort of pressure in her throat. Her groggy mind trying to remember what had happened, a flash of a memory -almost dreamlike- skated across her mind. Tires sliding across wet asphalt, the rush of the dense green forest racing by in a disorienting display, the ear piercing, stomach churning sound of metal on metal. Her eyes snapped open taking in her surroundings, the EKG machine giving a sound to her erratic racing heart. The room looked like your typical hospital room and even had the terrible sterile smell. Moving her hands around she found the nurse call button on the side of the bed, she wanted that tube out.
It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming along with me. Jeff is driving, Jason is in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of Jeff’s 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe. It was chilly and the winds were powerful on this winter day, snow was covering the trees and the ground, it was a beautiful sight of a winter wonderland. We are on our way to the James Center, where I 'm receiving my treatment.
Local fire puts a young girl in the hospital. The fire took place at a local Oak Creek home on Sunday, September 27th.
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We left in the fall of 2006 to fix the clonus in her foot. Many medical terms and fancy words described the intense surgery to fix her walk. 900 miles from Denver to the hospital with a van full of screaming kids. On our way to Minnesota, we stopped at Mount Rushmore. The four faces frowned upon us as the mood was darkened by the uncertainty of the surgery. After hours of driving, with maybe a fight or
It was a terrible morning, due to the nightmare which was bothering all night. The rebels, from the last day 's execution, begged me for their lives so desperately, however, I could not do anything for them.