Personal Narrative: Nurse Aide

In the Fall of 2014 I became an RA, Resident Assistant, a position longed for since I entered as a student at Landmark College, a college for students with learning disabilities and autism spectrum disorders. I went into the job aspiring to help other students and build upon the close knit and friendly community that was already in place. My job was to ensure the safety and security of all residents, refer students to appropriate services on campus, and run and plan programs alongside two other RA’s and a Resident Dean.

Last weekend was the most exasperating weekend I have worked in a long time. This weekend is my first anniversary, I did not want to work. I wanted to be home with my family to prepare for the celebration. I have an exam on Monday, needed to read about five books, the nurse told me I needed to read up on pleasantry tactics. My priorities are to make sure that I accomplish all of my motherly, wifely duties and fulfilling my duties as a Certified Nurse Assistant (CNA). I have been at the job for 12 hours now, due someone had called off I am ready to go I have a lot of planning to do and not enough time to accomplish what needs to be done before the weekend.

My mother received a high school diploma and was not able to attend college due to the fact that my grandparents needed help financially. She had to take on various responsibilities at a young age and could not afford a college education. My mother then decided to go back to school years after she gave birth to me and enrolled in a medical program where she would later become a Certified Nursing Assistant. My mother’s strong motivation and determination enabled her to make something of herself. Her perseverance motivated me to aim high for my goals and succeed. Although she had obtained a job, she still does not have the financial means to send me to college. Therefore, receiving a scholarship or any type of grant whether it is twenty dollars

When working as a health unit coordinator some of my my duties is to transcribe doctor orders, process doctor orders, make appointments for clients, order supplies as needed. When I am working as a nursing assistant my job requires me to bathe and dress patients, take vital signs, serve meals, set up medical equipment, answer call lights as needed, observe changes in clients

Hello class I am Brandon Jackson I’m currently living in beautiful Jacksonville, FL but I’m originally from

After graduation from New York University in 2013, I decided take time off before applying to medical school. I took this time off in order to gain more experience both in healthcare and life. I felt there was stillroom for me to learn about medicine and more importantly about myself. Firstly, I found a job working in the front office of a newly opened dermatology practice, learning about the business, insurance, and paperwork that goes into running a medical practice. Wanting more exposure to medical procedures and interaction between doctor and patient, I became a medical assistant. This was one of the most valuable experiences of my gap years. I was able to gain first hand experience of the daily life of a doctor and develop my communication

Imagine having two kids with a wide array of physical and mental complications. Raising my brother and I was no easy task. Working as a certified nursing assistant is what my mom does best. My parents separated when I was at the age of three. When my father felt he had too much on his plate, he thought it would be alright if he left; because, honestly he wanted nothing to do with us. When my mom was ready to be married, she did not have an arranged marriage like her sister. My mom has felt miserable her whole life. doing everything; and I mean everything with her mom. There was not one decision she got the opportunity to make for herself. She figured that this was the right thing to do. That she did. She ended up getting married at a small

For as long as I remember I struggled in life. From my childhood to early adulthood it just was not easy. I remember seeing my mom work two jobs to try and care for my brother and I on her own and I always told myself I would get an education to provide my children with all they needed. My mom was an inspiration to me as I grew older. I always admired her hard work and dedication. I joined the medical field because of her and have been going strong in it for over 10 years now. Although I am only a medical assistant I feel like contribute alot on a daily basis. However I do feel like I can grow in knowledge to be better equipped to provide care to others. On what it seems to be a daily basis, I wish I could jump in and do more to help others.

When I was about 6 years old, my family and I were driving down the road going to the store. On the way there I saw approximately 20 men in orange jumpsuits picking up trash on the side of the road. “Mom,” I said, “That's what I want to do when I grow up, I want to help clean the earth!” Now it had not occurred to me yet that those people on the side of the road were convicted felons. Nevertheless, my parent’s reactions were priceless. After they had explained what the reality situation, and my embarrassment had passed, one thing didn't change. When I grew up I wanted to help the world become a better place.

“Moral issues greet us in each morning in the newspaper, confront us in the memos on our desks, nag us from our children’s soccer fields, and bid us good night on the evening news” (Velasquez et al 2015). Let me take this time to share one of my student’s testimonies on what she experienced on her recent occupation as a Medical Assistant in a psychiatry clinic. In her short time operating as a Medical Assistant, she saw one prevailing ethical dilemma daily in the clinic she worked in. Most days she experienced an overwhelming and unexplainable joy and excitement knowing that, she was fulfilling her greatest passion in life. Not everyone has the opportunity to work in the field of their studies, but there she was functioning in the capacity,

"BOOM!" "BANG!", went my mom of her feet onto the floor! I ran over to help pick her up off the floor. I got her into the bed and checked for any scrapes or bruises. After I got her all patched up and comfortable I came to realize that the last time this happened she hadn't had her medicine in days. So I proceeded to give her the correct medication and stayed over the next few days to nurse her back to health. Over those few days even at a young age, I realized that the medical field was just for me. I enjoyed doing what I did to help my mom and wanted to continue to help others the same way I helped her.

It was a Wednesday night and my mother had left for her job at Manor Care again. The house felt hollow, mimicking my state of mind. I was lonely and could not find anything to occupy my time. I did not have any siblings and I was left all by myself in our home. Before she left, my mother said to me, “Najee, this is only temporary until I become a Registered Nurse.” Although I was happy that my mother wanted to pursue her career dreams, for me, the nights by myself filled me with an unparalleled void. I had this lingering feeling that I was locked in a bubble, insulating me from the outside world. A once happy boy had turned into a sad child; I had lost my joie de vivre. I no longer had any positive emotions towards anyone or anything. As a result, my grades began to slip and my once stellar academic record turned into something that I knew was not reflective of the type of student I was.

It was very challenging to do much of anything because my body was so weak from the hit and from being on medication. I was not put on a catheter, so anytime I needed to use the restroom I had to wait for a nurse to come to my room and put a bedpan under me. It was a very uncomfortable situation because I don’t even change or use the restroom in front of my dog and now these people, who are complete strangers, are watching me while I use the restroom. My last day at the hospital was very hard. I had to go to physical therapy, where I had to hop up several steps only using my left leg and railing to help me. It may not seem like it was hard but when your body is so weak it is. When the nurses brought in the crutches for me to use I was so weak

My role as a nurse's aid at The Meadows of Kalida has been a meaningful job for the last three years. Working as a STNA has provided me the opportunity to work positively and compassionately with the residents, and develop my skills in the healthcare field. This is a fulfilling job because I enjoy helping residents the same way I will when I become a physical therapist. The individuals I assist, as well as fellow employees have shown me the meaning of life and selflessness. My work as a restorative aide has also given me first hand experience in the therapy department. I work with patients and support them as they complete physical exercises specified by the nurse. Since I am working towards becoming a therapist, this opportunity has provided

Throughout my time as a registered nurse I have experienced many obstacles and heavy workloads.