After wiping away the water with a cloth he sat on the edge of his bed, patiently waiting for the pain to subside. His patience wore thin after a while and the pain lingered. Concerned, he inquired of people and searched the web for probable effects from that injury, and out of sheer worry went to the hospital. He found himself in a doctor’s office, sitting on a plastic blue chair for what seemed like an eternity as he waited for his X-ray results to come in. Alvin stared at the medical posters that hung along the wall, waiting for the doctor to make his way in and give the results.
Wheal we were waiting in the white room with the toys me and my dad were guessing on the gender because my mom does not like to know the gender of the baby my guess was a girl my dad was a boy and my mom’s was a girl. Then my dad and I played with one of the toys and it was a little it had a magnet and a ball to it and we had to get into the center of the board. She was where so we went in to white room that smelled like medical things but she was here my mom named her Zeniya. I was sitting in a big brown chair and my dad asked me if I wanted to hold her I said yes so then my dad gave her to me and I was scared so I gave her back to my dad after 2min. Now the adventure of her growing
The films One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest and, A Beautiful Mind portray Hollywood images of the treatment. It pictures the dramatic scene of a pleading patient dragged to a treatment room, forcibly administered electric currents as his jaw clenches, his back arches, and his body shakes while being held down by burly attendants or by foot and wrist restraints. The truth is that patients are not covered into treatment. They may be anxious and reluctant, but they come willingly. They have been told why the treatment is recommended, the procedures have been explained, and many have seen videos images of the procedures.
“My name is Dr. Moore I need to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.” Tony thought for a second and finally answered “I’m ready. What do you need?” “I need” the doctor said very softly “you to tell me what happened when her heart monitor stopped.” They sat again in pure silence. Tony broke the silence “She was sitting straight up in her bed her eyes were black with yellow pupils she was talking in an extremely shrill voice” The doctor looked at him like he was crazy “Well…” he said no longer facing Tony “She’s awake…and we had to strap her down she’s gone completely
Later on in the story things, take a turn for the worst. Winston and Julia are sitting in Mrt Charrington’s upstairs room, talking about the future, they are caught. The Thought Police take them to different cells in the Ministry of love. Which is where they are going to cure them. This Ministry of love is ironic because they do not show any love.
The emergency department has always drawn my interest due to unexpected injuries, and how many people walk through the doors. I don't know who will come in next, and have no way to prepare besides making sure the equipment is working. During my shadow experience, it was not at all busy, and I was able to follow the doctor to discharge one patient who tried to pass a bowel movement, and fainted, while driving. I also got to greet a tachycardic patient complaining of chest pain with the nurses, and later with the doctor. Although I was unable to witness many patient interactions with the doctor I shadowed, it allowed me to see the other side of his role.
What would you think if you walked into a hospital filled with people, but the people weren't really people, they are manikins that simulate patients. I know what you're thinking, Pretty Little Liars scenario, but this isn't a horror story. All across the country using health simulators to train MED students and even sharpen the skills of surgeons, is becoming more commonplace. What is a health simulator? What do they do?
With walls covered in shredded wallpaper, the nursery Gilman describes is far from being appealing. “The wallpaper, as I said before, is torn off in spots… Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the wars.” (Gilman 320) Confined in a room that only has an old bed and desk, Jane has little to do other than write, and fantasize about the images that she begins to see in the wallpaper. By providing minimalistic furniture, Gilman adds to the overall setting of isolation. Not only is Jane cutoff from society, but bars on the windows prevent her physical escape. Gilman notes this key feature in order to show how the narrator can look upon the outside world, but yet not fully participate.
That day I had knee surgery, and the pain and doubt brought on by the surgery; completely and utterly devastating. While I would inevitably have to have surgery, I just wished with all my might to hold off on receiving it. I wanted to twirl my senior year, the surgery rendered my goal, my hopes and dreams. Consumed by doubt and a crushing lack of motivation after receiving my surgery, I almost entered into a state of depression. Being different has never been my goal in life, and blending in with a pair of crutches by your sides creates a very difficult challenge .
Today I sit here in my own cabin, head team lead of the St. George Asylum. These four blue walls surround me, a huge window looking over the main sleep room of all the mental patients. Number 83, the wheel chair is empty, as empty as the depth of my heart. The anger builds inside of me, with love in my heart, and tears down my cheek. Chair, bed, and clothes number 83 have become a huge part of my life and who I am today.
The pain did not go away. I was at the doctor again the next week for worrying back pain starting. The pain was near my kidneys which was not only worrying me, but everyone else. After a many doctor visits, my mom was worried about me for a completely different reason. She thought I was missing too much school.