My Job Title Is Medical Actor

When I was just seven-years old, I was diagnosed with epilepsy. I’d been having small and frequent seizures my entire life without ever knowing of it until one day when I was shelling walnuts in front of the fireplace. Everything I ever knew was being stripped away from me. I no longer had control over any of the muscles in my body, my ability to speak, my actions, nor my sight. All I could do was relax and wait for my brain to catch up and regain control over my body. My life has been changed by epilepsy, but I will never let it control my life.

The Anatomy of Care (AOC) is an interactive game where the scenario is set at Metro Hospital, which has the best medical reputation in the area. Even with a prestigious reputation, it was evident that issues regarding facility, staff, organization and budget were affecting how the organization cared for patients, but more importantly, how patients were perceiving the organization. AOC allows the user to make decisions in the role of a hospital team member, choosing from a charge nurse (Janice), a transporter (Emilio), a doctor (Dr. Klinger), a desk clerk (Clara) or an environmental services technician (Kyung). No matter the role, every team member’s encounters had an effect on a patient’s or family member’s experience.

Women often receive scrutiny in a male dominated workplace. As of 2017, there are 271 general surgery residency programs in the United States. Out of this large number, 16 are lead by women compared to only 1 in 2014 (Sharma). Women’s roles in the workplace are adapting and stereotypes about the differentiation between male and female work are being broken down. Grey’s Anatomy is a show that explores the complexities of balancing the personal and professional lives of medical residents at Seattle Grace Hospital. This study will hope to address how avid viewers of this show interpret the character’s roles and how it correlates with real life.

My eyes opened and all I saw was black, a strong rhythmic knocking noise echoed in the room. Isaac, my best friend and dorm mate was having a seizure and I watched as his body banged against the bedroom wall. It was terrifying. I was in shock and had no idea what was wrong with him, but suddenly I remembered reading about seizures in my old lifeguard manual and realized there was nothing I could really do. The optimal method was to wait and maintain his airway. I felt powerless, but eventually the seizure passed and Isaac returned to his old self. Soon after, I learned that for as long as I had known him, Isaac had been harboring a secret: epilepsy. Three years later, I saw Isaac‘s body on a gurney under the fluorescent lights of a hospital. He had another seizure, but this time, there was no one there to help. All that I have left of him are memories of who he used to be, his laughter and generous smile. My best friend lived with his illness, and he never once let it control his life. In him I saw firsthand the complexity of human health, the fragility of mortality and I’ve been inspired to pursue medicine ever since.

That day began with me waking up at some minutes past one in the morning and just tossing to and fro. I could not go to sleep. It was truly suffocating as my jaws locked themselves and I could not move. Frozen to the one spot on my bed, lying down on my back, I felt a strong pull as all the air in my lungs were sucked out. If you’ve ever put your hand on top of the mouth of a vacuum while it is on, you would feel its sucking strength. That was what it felt like, but amplified ten times more, as with it came the sensation of pins and needles to my head. Unable to have a clear vision, I closed my eyes to darkness and started to shake frantically. My whole body was a mess as I shook from one side to the next. I was a vibrating ball. My body curled itself and shook whilst my eyeballs turned pure white. This was the start of an ongoing seizure that usually took a hold of me every time I became sick during my childhood. I only remember the beginnings that were treacherously painful and the ends that reminded me of how good it was to feel well. So my father told me the details of what I went through.

Sherlock Holmes, utilizing his meticulous observation, keen intuition and rigid reasoning, earned his household name by solving countless cases in detective novels and on the big screen. Yet few people realize that doctors, alike Sherlock in real life, are constantly solving health-related cases to defend our health. In order to reach the final and correct diagnose, doctors have to take history, perform P/E & lab works, order imaging studies, and combine all available clues to seize those sneaking killerss such as bacteria, virus, cancer cells, etc. Everyday, we are participating in exciting "crime-solving dramas" on the big stage named hospital, and this is the most fascinating part of medical career that attracts, and motivates me to come

Epilepsy has existed for thousands of years, yet just in the previous hundred years or thereabouts has it started to be studied and understood. The main side effect of epilepsy is the epileptic seizure, and any individual who has encountered or seen such a seizure knows, to the point that this experience can be terrifying and odd particularly without the learning of cutting edge science. Recordings of seizures have been recuperated as far back as the first days of history and can even be found in the book of the Bible. These records have a tendency to be exceptionally superstitious and religious, however a couple of scientists have given their own perceptions regarding the illness. Every one of them have endeavored to clarify and cure this

The medical field is the structure that holds the health of the people together. Everyone expects the best care and treatment from a skilled physician and nursing staff. Thus, students in the nursing program and obtaining the basics for the program are needing to learn how to use correct leadership skills, how to rightfully connect them with patients, and how to solve problems at hand. Television shows like Grey’s Anatomy, House, and Scrubs are portrayed as medical dramas that make you feel, connect with patients, and get caught up in the drama. Doctors and critics analyze these shows finding the good and bad aspects of watching episodes for learning experience. My paper will mainly focus on the television series,

I am an actor with a life- long passion for storytelling. I have been enamored with theatre for many years because it is a medium through which I can share stories in the most effective way. Stories have complex ideas and important messages and theatre turns them into memorable pieces. I have found purpose in theatre because it has broadened my understanding of how other people experience life. I learn something new from every play I see, read, and perform in.

Unfortunately though, it wouldn’t be my last. I experienced two more within the next month that eventually led to several EEG’s and neurologist appointments. In the end, It was determined that I was having unprovoked seizures which led my neurologist to diagnose me with Epilepsy in March of 2015. From that point on I’ve had to take two 750 Mg pills of Keppra a day, or Advil for seizures if I may. It took a lot of mental and physical rehab to get me back on my feet again, but it definitely wasn’t easy. I had times where I would find myself giving up on life and wishing I was someone else, and then there were those times when I would cry myself to sleep asking God why I deserved to be punished like this? Well with the support of my loving friends and family I decided that I have more to live for and that I shouldn’t let some silly disorder run what I can and can’t do with my life. I instead chose to be undefined. Now I’m a year and eight months seizure-free and a senior in high school. I have ever since been fascinated by how little we know about the brain and would like to become a neurologist myself someday and help people who have also been diagnosed with Epilepsy cope and get the proper treatment. In addition to research in depth the cause of Epilepsy. I’ve learned a lot about the good times and the bad times over the past few years. But what I have come to understand is that sometimes

As a social worker, to begin to understand Epilepsy from the perspective of the client, one has to place themselves in their shoes. I can identify with clients as I have been through this illness and stigma for my entire life. I was diagnosed at the age of two, but I only informed who needed to know like teachers, officials, or family. None of my friends knew for fear of being an outsider. I understand what most people go through but I did not let it paralyze me. If I had let it paralyze me I wouldn’t be where I am today. I came upon the photo of the half brain activity and dead brain activity, I saw myself because in this photo because that is what I have half a brain. The left Hemisphere compensated for what the right had

In this role-play, you will be the doctor and the lady on the other side of the phone will be the patient. You can come up with several erotic scenarios, for instance, as the doctor you will make your patient comfortable, offer to do some tests. You can improve the experience by buying some doctor tools such as the lab-coat from the store. In the doctor patient setting, you can also role-play as;

Let me rewind to before I was rushed to the hospital. Do you remember when I said I was eating saltine crackers? I ate the whole pack then fell asleep. I could see and hear everything that was going on during my seizure, but talking was one thing that couldn’t be done. At the moment I kept trying to go to sleep, but my mom was afraid to let me.

At the end of Year 10 I completed my work experience at the Monash Children’s Hospital. Although I mostly observed, on the first day, simply seeing a list of emergency numbers ordered from interns, registrars, residents and finally surgeons to call made me realise the long, hard road to reaching my goals. Along with grasping an idea of the time commitment the career involves in the work hours and the level of experience, I also saw snapshots of the highly stressful situations in the hospitals of doctors and nurses frantically running towards the wards in a code blue situations. I have also seen patients under critical conditions, screaming out and refusing treatment. However what I remember most from my time there was the way the doctors

(Picture 1) It was July 2013 at about 3 am when I Woke up to find myself getting pushed out my front door on a stretcher. My dad by my side, I sat up for a second and watched the ambulance doors close as I see my mom from the middle of my drive way staring, tear eyed. In the ambulance I fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until about 4 hours later. I then found out that I had fallen off the top bunk of my bunk bed and nailed the ground while asleep. A little confused and overwhelmed I didn’t know what to think of the situation until the doctor diagnosed me with nocturnal epilepsy. (Picture 2)(Music starts) I didn’t know what it meant. I also didn’t know that this was a very bad beginning to what would eventually lead to a chain of events that