Personal Narrative-The Hospital

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

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

Mercy Medical Center is where it all started. On August 4th, 2004, 6:47 p.m. I was born. My name all started as a simple idea 4 years before I was even born. It originated from an American singer-songwriter Shannon Hoon, the lead vocalist of Blind Melon. Eventually, Shannon had a daughter, and named her Nico Blue. My mom liked the name and decided she would name her first child that. Though my first name isn’t actually Nico, it’s Nicolynn. She added her middle name to the first half, leaving me with no middle name.

It was a gray day. Unable to pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog, the sun did not shine. The thick mist that was not really rain, and not really fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. Just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum, it was daunting. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place, as far as sanatoriums go, where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different. Hired on at the asylum as a nurse in May of 1910, I commenced my duties and was eager to be able to lend a helping hand to the people in need. What made people tick or to what made people think the way they did had always interested me. The hospital provided me a living area for

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

In the movies the only hospitals that were like this were the- the- . Mental institutions. And they only took they crazy people there, so I immediately started looking for an escape route. I couldn’t stay here, I didn’t belong here, I’m not crazy. In fact I even got an A on one of my test at Pency Prep. If I were crazy I wouldn’t- “Calm down Mr. Caulfield, your heart rate is quite high” I looked over to see this typical doctor, he had bald hair, thick rimmed circle eyeglasses, and a suit shirt and tie under his long white lab coat. “ There were two other nurses in the room, one of them was tall skinny and really resembled someone off of a movie. The other nurse was short and plump, and had on too much makeup, she reminded me of a blueberry. “why am I here, where am

Doctor after doctor entered and left Eleanor’s room. Everyone has been told to go outside and stay out of their way. While the others play a game of soccer, Logan is sitting, staring at the house. Everyone -- even Lynda -- is leaving him alone. With a frustrated sigh, Logan pulls out his cellphone and dials a number.

Graff finished his call. “Well, Anderson ordered evacuation so we shouldn’t worry about them now.”

He realizes that war isn't the best answer to a problem. Bill- Joe’s father who died. Macia- Joe’s mom who had to take care of him and his sister. Nurse- Joe had two nurses who would help him everyday while he was in the hospital.

The grounds consisted of a main building, a barn, a small playground where the younger patients get to go if they're good, and a huge green yard with a greenhouse in the corner; they always say flowers can heal any soul, but I dare them to tell that to patient number 2784. Winnie Watson was the craziest one in the place. She's been here since she was seven years old; rumor has it that at her fifth birthday party she disappeared, she was at the park with her parents getting ice cream, they turned around for one second and she was gone. Two years later she reappeared, she wouldn't talk or look at anybody. The next day when she woke up she went berserk. In the interview her parents, with their strong Scottish accents and detailed Scottish faces said, “we kept callin’ her name, then we tried screamin’ her name. It was like she couldn't hear us. She was lost in her own head, murmuring random things in several different languages.” No one knows what happened to her, she hardly ever speaks, but when she does it's usually to me. I don't know why we clicked, maybe it's because on my first day here I gave her my food. When I first got here I didn't eat for a week, before I had my plan I was determined to kill myself, one way or another. But then I kept hanging out with Winnie everything felt less lonely. 5832 is my patient number and Logan Chase is my

Not far from this place of refuge was a barren field with no evident traces of life other than a large, crippled tree looming in the distance. Stories were told about this very tree -

"I can't! It's too far!" he replied, feeling the rise of panic. His eyes stung from the wind. "Steve! l- I'm not gonna make it!"

I earned 14 hours for service for this activity. I continued working in my shift in the ICU. In the ICU, the main jobs are refilling the drawers in the not occupied rooms and ensuring that the supply closets are full. Sometimes, I clear the storage unit, that contains towels, sheets, pillow cases, and rags, from yarn. The yarn is used to tie the a stack of linen together and they are usually all over the place. If I get the chance, I throw out the excess yarn and untie the stacks. When I was doing this, a nurse thanked me because everyone is so busy and does not have time to clean up the yarn. I continued to do my jobs, but towards the end of my shift, I begin to become tired. I developed time efficient system that allowed me to maximize the

Tying his horse to a nearby tree, Miles silently made his way down the slight ridge to the hollow below. He bent over at the waist as the smell of earth and blood hung heavy in the darkened hollow, afraid to go closer, not wanting to know one way or the other.

“OK! Jane and Max you two better be ready because we have to go now.