Personal Narrative: Anaesthesia

Week three in clinical was difficult for me, I had a great experience overall but I hated seeing and holding a baby that had passed away at 21 weeks. To know what the family could possibly be going through was heartbreaking. I wouldn’t exactly know what to do if I was with the patient and her family exactly. I do know that I did place her in the room when she was admitted to triage. I do feel good about seeing the scenario play out, while being a student rather than being in the field alone. Other than that I was able to see the beginning stage of labor as well as a C-section. Everyone was so bent out of shape on making sure I eat and that I don’t faint, but it seriously wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I was too intrigued with the mother rather

“I didn’t hear you. I would’ve given you the ball if I did,” I sobbed. This physical altercation at Nancy Ryles Elementary School best described the first moments I experienced with Jonathan. At five years old, my adolescent mind thought his reign of terror was going to last for an eternity, but one day, a call changed it all.

Since the beginning of September I have been an Anesthesia Technologist in the OR at Stony Brook Medical Center. I am currently in my first rotation at the ambulatory surgical center, but I will soon return to the main OR for my spine, cardiac, ortho, Peds, ob/GYN rotations. My job as an intern is to assist the anesthesia team with setting up the anesthesia machines, checking and/or troubleshooting the machines prior to each case, setting up IVs, and helping with inbutation and extubation among other things. I am in the OR from around 6 AM until 2:30 PM. When I am not in the OR I work as a home health aide for my great grandmother. My goal is to help restore so motility in her hips since she is recovering from hip surgery after falling while

An interaction that deepened my interest in Nursing would have to be when I interned with Dr. Morin, an Orthopedic Surgeon. I was granted this opportunity by the Southwest Virginia Governor's School, as their students have to complete an internship. I chose to do mine in the operating room, because I was fascinated with all that went on inside the operating room.

Our clinicals at Cadbury at Lewes is quickly approaching an end and we are still learning new things each day. Everyday we do something new and so another skill is checked off. Yesterday, we got numerous things done, it was a very busy day.

The hospital room is a cream color and gave off a depressing mood. Faint noises of crying come from other rooms. Picking up my arm to stretch, but unable to move as thoughts start rushing to my head. A familiar face steps into the room. Her eyes a red color from crying I can tell. She has wavy brown hair and an hourglass figure. Small and tan she hesitantly walks closer and lies a small hand on my head. That's the last thing I remember before I black out again.

As Friday was my first day starting my experience at the cardiac catheterization lab, I was quite nervous and curious about the different things that I would have to do considering in all my time volunteering at the hospital, I have been to the cath lab only one or two times. However, when I went to the lab I was warmly welcomed by some of the staff and I later met many of the nurses and doctors there as well. Everyone was very friendly and they were excited to have my help and to “train me.” In fact, one of the doctors I met wanted me to do some research regarding cardiac catheterization to “get me more involved in the field,” which is pretty exciting because I'm not very familiar with anything related to cardiology but I chose this specific

Day four of clinicals was really long. The first patient was scheduled from 8 until 1, he was getting fitted for 4 crowns and an implant crown. When the patient came in he had a horrible odor and looked like he hasn’t taken care of himself in months. I seated him down and the dental assistant just glanced at his teeth and looked at me strangely and whispered come here and look. I look in this old man’s mouth and saw nothing but a brown layer of plaque and calculus build up and it disgusted me. How could someone not take care of their selves? Anyways, we ended up sending him to the hygienist's room next to us and they cleaned his teeth extra good. He came back into the room and Dr. Williams came in and quickly did a check up on his teeth and

Hi doctor. I'm wondering if I need to be concerned. I keep getting what seems gas. The mild/dull pain is always in a different area. It bothers the most the most when lying down. Therefore, sleeping at night has been a challenge, leaving me unrested. It also bothers when pain is around the groin, it sort of feels like if I had an urine infection, but I'm urinating okay. I've been taking the Omeprazole, thinking it might help. But it has not. What do you think?

I just went in for a cleaning, all I wanted was for my dentist to check for any cavities and tell me everything was in perfect condition. I don’t understand how I managed to wake up in the middle of a siege. The last thing I remember was Dr. Goldstein saying “Well Andre, it looks like you have a few cavities, I’m going to use some anaesthesia, just in case you don't respond to the pain medication again. Is that alright?” I did feel unsure about his decision, I couldn't understand why I would need anaesthesia during a cleaning, but I let him do his job. Dizziness soon followed, before I woke up in a gloomy room with the door barricaded. The only was light coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein

Growing up our fears circle around things like monsters under the bed and in the closet, but once we reach the adolescent stage the monsters are a lot less physical. We almost become like superheroes unable to be harmed, indestructible. Situations where we are the ones lying in the hospital bed are few and far apart. I had forgotten I am not invincible, and rather than blowing off the amount of pain I was in I should have done more about it.

I was able to make connections between the clinical and the lectures. I was able to apply the knowledge I learned from lectures and our assigned textbooks, readings, and videos to clinical. Over the course of the semester, I became much more comfortable being on the floor at the psychiatric hospital. I was able to see the symptoms the patient presented with and make connections as to what their diagnosis was. as well as the as well as see the therapeutic effects of the medication they were taking. My clinical provided me with exposure to patients with borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, eating disorders, and bipolar disorder. I was nervous about clinical simply because I didn’t know much about mental

My photo was taken in Hialeah’s Hospital on November 3rd, 2016 when I gave birth to my little daughter Carolina. In it appears my little sunshine, my husband and I. In the picture you can see me in the hospital bed yet. Also, you can notice in my messy hair and my look how exhausted I was once I finish my labor time. My mom was very dry and I still could feel the anesthesia effects in my body. I smelled really bad because of the many hours I was on bed doing all the preparations for the big moment. The nurses gave me sedatives all the time because the pain was irresistible, so that’s why I have that terrible face. When my mom took this photo, I think she did it because she realized how importance would be to save this moment for the rest of

I dance to transform my thoughts into actions, and now I write to express my thoughts without hesitation. It was not always this easy. As a teenager, I played soccer to make my parent’s dreams a reality. I was overjoyed I made their aspirations come true when I was chosen to be a part of the junior varsity soccer team my freshman year. Although their proud gaze upon me was soft, being benched every game for two years was rough. Even though I feared revealing the truth, I could not continue down this unhappy path anymore. At the end of the season my sophomore year, I managed to teach myself something very important— I needed to put on my oxygen mask first.

I spent the last Friday night in the emergency room. The last Saturday in a daze from medication, and the last two days in pain and misery. That is where I am, it isn’t great, but it could be worse. It isn’t hyperbole either. I re-read my opening and thought it could be perceived as mellow dramatic. No, I have been coughing for five days straight. It hurts to breathe, there are chunks of my throat coming out when I do cough, I have a gall stone larger than my gall bladder, I have an ongoing fever, a nose that has run raw and sinuses that are more congested than rush hour traffic in India. Okay. Maybe a little colorful yes; but not mellow dramatic. That is coming up next.