Needles: a memoir of growing up with diabetes is a detailed autobiography about Andie growing up with juvenile diabetes alongside her older sister, Denise. Denise was Andie’s role model for just about everything and Andie wanted to be just like her. Andie knew a lot about diabetes and what it meant to live with the chronic illness prior to her diagnosis at the age of nine, since Denise had diabetes ever since Andie could remember. As a child, Andie played with her sisters insulin needles, giving shots to her stuffed animals after she used them, but never knew what role those same needles would have later in both of their lives. After Andie’s diagnosis, the two of them were able to manage their diseases together. They truly bonded in their experiences…
The moment I woke up from my surgery I remember my surgeon say that "everything thing went well, that the gallbladder came out fine with no complications." She must have turned to my mom because she had said that she wanted me to stay overnight to monitor me, crazy thing was is that I was a actually still pretty drugged up, the room was a little fuzzy my mouth had a weird dry nasty taste inside of it that I really can't put my tongue to, they wouldn't even give me water right away As I looked down i wasn't in the baggy tan robe gown any more that they had given me when i had first arrived at devos children's hospital. I looked down at my stomach i had three little cuts along my side covered in little butterfly stitches and…
I was unable to walk and thus was carried to the office. There I waited for my dad to come and take me to the doctor. That is where my long road of doctors, X-rays, MRIs, and physical therapy started. When I walked into my first physical therapy appointment, I was nervous but I was relieved when I recognized…
To accomplish my goal I did some refreshment my nursing skill and producers before clinical. I reviewed my nursing skill and procedure to refresh my brain about how to administer parental injection, the right site for IM and S/C, and size and length of needles. I reviewed my health and physical assessment videos and review my nursing skill notes how to assess head to toe and pain scale, Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) and CIWA Scale which helped me a lot to refresh my skills. Also, I looked up my previous clinical worksheets which reminded me some nursing diagnosis and…
In second grade one day I woke up and felt really sick. In second grade I didn’t think of anything being wrong with me. I was in second grade and didn’t know a lot. I was just 7 at the time I didn’t know a lot of things. My sickness led to appendicitis and my appendix exploded in my body it was not good. It was one of my worst sicknesses I have ever had. But I am glad my appendix are removed.…
She is at the gym and as she lifts the weight, she feels a “pop” and her leg buckles, she can’t stand, and she can’t bend her knee. The coach sprints over and helps her up, she can’t bear weight and she can’t straighten her leg, she is afraid, and although there isn’t pain, she comprehends the seriousness of her symptoms.…
Today was a Monday like the passed Clinical day. I wake up feeling anxious and with some fear of having to do something new, but that is how we learn to do everything so although I am a little scare, I am the first in line to do wathever we have to do to be a great profesional nurse in the future. My patient was a man of 68 years old who ws very good with me. He came to the Emergency room on november 2 because he was having fever of 102 F of unknown causes and weight loss of 17 lbs in 2 months.…
Although, my educational interest is the catalyst for my pursuit of becoming a doctor; my motivation emanated from more than just wanting to learn how to assess and treat many different conditions. August 31, 2015 is a day I will never forget. My grandmother called and informed me that my mother had just gotten into a car accident. She told me that the car flipped about four times, immediately there was a multitude of thoughts and emotions running through my mind. Arriving at the hospital, I was scared, dejected and very anxious. Walking into the room, seeing my mother in a neck brace and groaning in pain instantly brought tears to my eyes. I…
Hearing voices also called auditory hallucinations are usually manifested as “voices”, which can be experienced as external voices. People suffering psychotic symptoms regularly report sensory abnormalities; therefore hallucination can happen in different way such as auditory, olfactory, gustatory and tactile but the most common are auditory hallucinations which are reported by around 70% of sufferers. Hallucinations can be frightening as they may be unexpected or unwanted, but there is usually an identifiable cause. People who hear voices faced problems socially, psychologically and biologically. It is important to notice that people can also recover from this situation. (Sage, 2006)…
At 12:30 at night on June 1, 2015, my life would soon change forever. I was pregnant with my first child and my water had just broken. My mom rushed me to the hospital where I was immediately put in a private room, in the hospital bed where I was about to deliver my first child, a son. He came so quickly (5 & 1/2 hours in total) and I had requested no pain medications and turned it down on several occasions as the medical staff pleaded with me to use it. The pain began to become more and more unbearable, so much so that I honestly felt paralyzed from my waist down. My body was taking over to my surprise and I was just there with my legs in stirrups. They seemed immovable and with the pains coming faster, it is as if they stopped receiving any of the signals my brain was sending to them.…
September 6, 2000, I was born into this world the 2nd child of Maria and Percy Vela on one typical day there baby boy just like any other newborn, healthy weight and size, but unexpectedly the baby became unordinary. This family went from having a healthy beautiful baby boy to a sick infant who wouldn’t digest anything he was fed and vomited frequently, and it was a nightmare for my parents as they brought me to the hospital in Stamford Connecticut the doctors gave my parents only one option, surgery. This surgery saved my life which laid the groundwork for the person I am today, my view on society, knowledge, work, love, and happiness, the things that have taught me about life.…
Before I was saved, I lived a very unhealthy lifestyle. Being the youngest in my family, I was constantly spoiled and protected. This led me to become a very prideful and ignorant child. I thought the world was great, my life was great, and I was great. Now I am not saying any of those things are not true, but my views changed quite a bit once I hit middle school. My sister had moved onto college at this point and I was alone to tackle middle school. I discovered a lot during those years but my biggest discovery was probably about my family. I learned that they weren’t the perfect figures I thought they were. My parents fought constantly and that left me devastated. On top of being spoiled and arrogant, I was also depressed.…
I remember crying in my father’s lap, sobbing, saying I didn’t want to do it. The nurse came over to me and said Do you think you could you drink this for me? What is it? I asked. It's sugar water he replied. I drank it so fast not realizing how bad sugar and water could taste mixed together. The next thing I remember was a woman coming to my bed asking me about colors. She said I could pick three. I saw my two favorite colors neon pink and dark purple and I knew those were the ones. Those are the colors I’ll spend the next three months looking at as I am bound to a hospital bed with a metal bar between my legs. I was six years old.…
That day I learned a lesson no one could teach me. The experience made me want to become a doctor even more and ensure that no one receives that type of treatment. It also taught me that when I become a doctor nothing should prevent me from breaking the Hippocratic oath, and that I must take an oath for myself. The oath being that no matter what background, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender identity I will treat everyone…
I came back from surgery, now in my own hospital room and spent the night there with my mom. It was April 14, 2009 and my parents get called out of the room to speak with an oncologist. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I saw my parents crying. They came back two minutes later and I finally knew what was wrong.…