Personal Narrative: My Growing Up Life

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I stood there, knees trembling, terrified at the thought of opening the door and unaware of what I was getting myself into. The words “be there at 3:00 p.m., come through the back door and be ready to dive in” kept running through my head. As I reached for the doorknob, feeling my stomach twist inside with anxiety. My hands were sweating, and I was trying in vain to tell myself not to turn around and go home. The fear I felt inside was crippling. I was just this fresh-faced seventeen-year-old girl, trying to get one step closer to my dreams, but at the same time, that one step felt so daunting in those moments. All I had to do was muster up the courage to open the door, walk in, and start absorbing everything I possibly could about the medical …show more content…

Although my grandmother was working three jobs and had many medical problems of her own, she never complained and worked tirelessly to provide for us. We did not have the nicest clothes, and many times we could only buy them from a thrift store. We would get food from a second-hand shop in Texas that sold groceries that had gone past their expiration date. It wasn’t the ideal way to get food, but it was what we had. We never had a stable place to call home, with rent and utilities always increasing, my grandmother unwaveringly forged on. She always displayed the utmost strength and never showed …show more content…

Recording their height/weight, measuring their blood pressure, taking their temperature, and detaining the reason for the visit. Quickly becoming versed in terms and procedures, I had not known before, I was in heaven. It soon became second nature to write abbreviations like Complaint of (C/O), History of (H/O), Hypertension (HTN), Weight (Wt.), or Rheumatoid arthritis (RA). I was relishing the chance to learn and take in a variety of different diagnosis to discover each day. With each patient that walked in the front door, it was a new learning opportunity for me to observe. I went from looking like I had five heads when I would hear my coworkers discuss things. To becoming proficient when providing the necessary information needed for an insurance company to pay for a patient’s office visit, and not questioning myself when needing to determine the medical code that went along with a