My fear of needles has forever changed the way I look at life.
A few minutes into what I thought would be a routine checkup my doctor, as calmly as one can, suggested that we go to the emergency room immediately. As soon as I arrived i had two nurses giving me simultaneous shots of insulin. I was a fourteen year old boy in full tears in the middle of the emergency room because of a little shot. I knew the my future of giving myself shots was going to be a rough road. I was not ready.
For the next three months after my diagnoses I refused to “stab myself.” The pivotal point in my acceptance of diabetes was one day when my mom refused to give me my shot. At the time I felt she was a bad mother, but as I look back on it I realize she helped me to become the man I am today. There was no way around it, if I wanted to live i was going to have to face my fears. With my hands trembling I sunk the needle deep into my skin and then pulled it back out. As the needle came out, A sense of relief flooded over me. I had finally done it. My lifelong fear of needles came to an end.
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Overcoming the fear of needles has ultimately paved a path for success. The biggest epiphany I had was that asking, “why me?” solves absolutely
I might always have health issues, and I may not ever be able to relax. However, that struggle and that desire to overcome has inspired me not only to get back to the person I was before the surgeries, but to better myself because of it. It’s that drive that inspires me to stay up studying well after the sun has set, to endure the pain during my physical therapy sessions, and most importantly to see that everyone must overcome adversity no matter how much it may affect their life. I see the way my mother put her entire universe on hold to care for me, and how agonizing that must have been to watch her daughter nearly slip away. I see the little girl with the plaid comforter, she was so tough, hoisting a smile onto her face when the rest of her body was in so much pain.
ever let a diagnosis win (majority of the time) and effect you from doing anything that 's your passion. Her story is
However, there was one instance that will forever remain in the back of my mind. The PICC line that hurt more than anything. A PICC line is a tube that goes into a vein that can test blood and deliver medication do different parts of a patient’s body. Long story short, I kicked the nurse and the doctor that also happened to be friends of my parents. The experience was horrible because I wasn’t under any anesthesia.
I didn't want walk away from something that was supposed to heal me but I would never have left if I didn’t leave now. My dad told me it was my call. He had the final meeting with the doctors and they said it was going to be longer than another day to admit me to the psych ward. After the head doctor told my dad this, my dad informed them that I was not going to continue the program.
A Phlebotomists Nightmare Deep within the bowels of Camden Clark Medical Center I began my workday as any other. My basket consisted of sharp fresh needles, silky gauze, alcohol swabs, and several unused tubes. My patients dreadfully awaited to be drawn as I stock my supplies.
Day two clinicals. This day went so much smoother. I had the same two patient as the day before and one got discharged and I got a new patient. I feel like my second day I had an amazing relationship with my one patient. I got her to eat a little more that day because I knew what to talk to her about.
One night, I woke up to my sister screaming; her body was drenched in sweat, and she repeatedly said, “I can’t move my legs”. I was young then and didn’t understand what she meant. I slowly lifted the covers off of her legs. They looked perfectly normal to me, so I asked her to wiggle her toes. Thirty seconds went by, and no movement occurred; she says, “I really can’t move my legs”.
The immense amount of work I do daily just to function is invisible to most. No one sees the struggle but diabetes Is relentless and demands me to be attentive to it every hour of every day. Diabetes is certainly debilitating, demanding, and draining; however, I have still found positives in my disease. Type 1 Diabetes has given me tremendous strength, motivation to live healthy, a better perspective on life, and purpose to my future. After living 10 years with diabetes, I have learned plenty about how my body does (and unfortunately doesn’t) work and how to keep myself as healthy as possible.
Everyone was so excited except for me. We went to a roller coaster. I told my mom that I was scared but she told me to try it and I did. And now I’m not scared of roller coasters anymore.
I guess on day two, I broke one of the tattoo artist commandments and asked if the “Tattoo Gun” was missing any parts. As soon as the words slipped through my lips, all four artists, who were in the shop that day stopped tattooing and piercing, looked at me and yelled: “IT’S A TATTOO MACHINE NOT A TATTOO GUN”! I felt my face get red and hot. It was like I insulted their God or something.
My passion for healthcare lies with patient care. I enjoy taking care of patients and their family. I have chosen to become a family nurse practitioner because I can combine nursing and medicine to provide a higher level of care to my patients. As a nurse practitioner will be able to make an impact on my patient’s health through, health promotion, disease prevention, managing acute and chronic conditions and improving patient’s health (Wynne,
My older sister, Maggie, was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at the age of eight, but I remained uneducated. I worried about Maggie, but I wasn’t sure why? Then, two years ago I when I was diagnosed, I got crash course! Up until freshman year, I still asked my mom which type of Diabetes Maggie had-- 1 or 2. There is nothing more frustrating then being asked that question when you’re a Type 1 Diabetic.
Though the extreme insecurity in my genetics surpassed there are still many obstacles I run into with diabetes every
Intro “Pretend nobody is watching you.” There were people chattering, beeping sounds and the clanging of the dishes all around us. Keep on reading to read more about my memories. Have you ever gotten nervous to get your first communion?