Personal Narrative: Cutting My Room

After wait for a few minutes they called my name and we walked me down the hall and to the X-Ray room. They made me take off my boot and stand on this weird X-Ray and I had to set my foot on this weird square. I was really scared because I didn't want it to be broke again or worse. They took me back into the waiting room when the doctor came in and had the X-Rays. He said the my foot

Upon arrival, I spoke with visitor Robin Sharpe who slipped and fell while taking her grandson Caleb Barnette out of patient Brandan Barnette's room, 211. Ms. Sharpe stated that while visiting Mr. Barnette, Caleb began to become restless and she began to take him out to her car, resulting in Ms. Sharpe to slip and fall into the right hall corner of the nurse's station, landing on Caleb. Upon hearing Ms. Sharpe falling,Mr. Barnette came out of his room to assist her up. Mr. Barnette along with his assigned nurse, Tiffany Stamps, assisted both Ms. Sharpe and Caleb up from the floor in which they

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Habersham County, Tom was feeling slightly nervous as he exited the staff lounge and entered the hustle and bustle of County Hospital’s ER to begin his first shift as an RN. The first few hours of his shift passed slowly as Tom mostly checked vital signs and listened to patients complain about various aches, pains, coughs, and sniffles. He realized that the attending physician, Dr. Greene, who was rather “old school” in general about how he interacted with nursing staff, wanted to start him out slowly. Tom knew, though, that the paramedics could bring in a trauma patient at any time.

“…Aunt Emily, are you a surgeon cutting at my scalp with your folders and your filing cards and your insistence on knowing all? The memory drains down the side of my face, but it isn’t enough, is it? It’s your hands . . . pulling the growth from the lining of my walls, but bring back the anesthetist turn on the ether clamp down the gas and bring on the chloroform…”

Meanwhile, behind the foliage, Tim was telling George how to give him the antidote for the etorphine. “Okay, so now you take that and use it on my arm.” He said calmly. He was, in reality, quite panicked, however.

“Your cut up, and bruised, we need a doctor.” Irene told the man, “What’s your name?”

“ An alternative to using razors is powered surgical clippers. Clippers mechanically trim the hair close to the skin,

“What are you doing with those scissors, then?” he asked. Why are you tearing up that newspaper? If it’s today’s I’ll tell you.” “Nothing.”

Next, they put me in a different room upstairs to take some x-rays, they figured out that I had 2 fractures (so practically broken!) They put an enormous cast on my arm that went all the way down to my elbow and I had to wear that for 2 weeks or something like that. After a while of having it on, my arm got numb and I couldn’t feel my hand! When we got traveled back after the 2 weeks they gave me another cast. The difference was that it was smaller and only went down to my wrist also my 2 fingers (pinky and ring) were at a 90 degree angle. They told me “Wear that one for another

I also remember waking up during the process of cleaning the cut out and I look up at three doctors around me and I see four green sheets around my leg where the cut was. I looked at the cut and I remember seeing into the cut and I saw that the cut was so deep that I saw this white looking tissue. After they were done putting in the stitches I didn’t remember anything else. What I do remember is when it was time to pull out the stitches my mom sat me down on our living room couch and she grabbed my leg and she had tweezers in her other hand and she untwined the stitches and pulled all four of the stitches out. I remember the smallest and last stitches hurt the worst. If I can try to explain the feeling of it, it feels like you're just pulling your skin off. All that's left of this experience is a weird looking scar and I can't feel anything there. I tried pushing down really hard with my nail and I didn’t feel anything but now there is a lining of where my finger nail pushed

Blood pouring out of my cut off pinky on the unfinished basement floor creating stains of blood. Red spreading like food coloring diffusing in water. The pain was unbelievable, and one glance at it almost made me pass out. Nobody to witness what just happened.

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.

Honestly , it was my first time going to the Accident and Emergency department i was scared and worried about what will happen to my wrist and how will my parents react .While my teacher was doing all the registration i sat there in state of shock . It was really a blessing having my best friend by my side comforting me and constantly telling me everything will be alright . I was then called to do some X-RAYS before consulting the doctor . My parents finally came and just right it was my turn to consult the doctor , my mother then went in together with me . The doctor was then examining my X-RAYS that i took before consulting him . My heart was beating very very fast as I am a right hander and i need my right hand to do many things . Finally the doctor spoke , he said that there was no obvious or major fractures shown in my X-RAYS but i have to put an temporary cast on my hand. He then referred me to a specialist at KK Children Bone Specialist to ensure there was no hairline fracture or any small minor fractures .

In kindergarten I decided that I was going to run to the playground to start a game that would be the highlight of the day. I ran up the stairs and onto the bridge but, suddenly my legs had decided to give out on me and I landed with my hands on the bridge with my thumb stuck in one of the small holes on the bridge. I didn’t think my finger was stuck so as a normal child would do I stood up really fast and accidently ripped my thumb out of the bridge. It immediately snapped and my thumb started to swell and turn a variety of deep blues, purples, and blacks. This turned into a horrible mother and daughter 4-hour trip to the ER waiting in pain, trying to seek out what had