I always knew that I wanted to work in the field of criminal sciences. However, I wasn’t sure I had the stomach to be a coroner. Someone recommended I watch the show Bones on FOX, and I was instantly hooked. Dr. Temperance Brennan is a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute, and I knew as soon as I finished the first episode that I wanted to be a forensic anthropologist. While Brennan is a fictional character, she is based on books written by Dr. Kathy Reichs.
Another day at Hamtramck Medical Center learning more about this career each day, but today was a good day. Not a lot of people came pulse my supervisor tough me how to do the throat culture. “It’s very easy all you have to do is clean your hands, and then remove the swab from the packing. Ask the patient politely to open his/her mouth, and then turn his/her face against the light. Guide a swab over the tongue; rub the swab firmly over the back of the throat, both the tonsils and any areas of inflammation.
Day two clinicals. This day went so much smoother. I had the same two patient as the day before and one got discharged and I got a new patient. I feel like my second day I had an amazing relationship with my one patient. I got her to eat a little more that day because I knew what to talk to her about.
It was gloomy and rainy in the small city of Frederick, Maryland. Also cold. The drive to Frederick Memorial Hospital was even worse. A small BMW was on the road with a few other cars. This particular BMW had three children and a woman inside of it.
As I slowly walked over to where my mom was sitting I dreaded the conversation that was about to happen. As soon as she handed me the phone I said “hi” and after a long silence I finally heard my father’s booming voice through the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear about you and your boyfriend.” When I heard this I couldn’t help but fight back the tears. Crying was never acceptable so I already knew better then to let him hear me cry.
In early January of 2017, my mom had called my school so that she could talk to me. She cried very hard when I talked to her while trying to tell me that she had gone to a different country and would come back soon. I could not figure out why she cried, it worried me, When I asked my dad, he just told me she would come back soon but would not tell me her reason for crying. When she came back, she seemed just fine and did not cry once, so I decided not to ask her about why she cried over the phone because I wanted to see her remain happy. A few weeks later my mom had come to speak to me and my sister about how our young cousin died and educated us on how we should feel really grateful we still live together and how we should take care of each other.
A Day at Riverwood Pet Hospital I had the opportunity to participate in a preceptorship at Riverwoods Pet Hospital. Through this job shadow, I was able to see a glimpse into the world of veterinary technicians and experience some of the day to day activities they have. The Riverwoods Pet Hospital offers the service of boarding animals, so my day started out with preparing kennels for the dogs and birds. Owners are welcome to bring in their own pet food so we filled up their bowls before we brought them back from inside.
I didn 't know about any of that till today, and no kid deserves what you 've dealt with. You are such a strong little guy and it amazes me how you can still show up with a smile on your face every day. I know it has to be so hard to live without your mom; I could never imagine that. But the way that you always clung to me made me feel so special.
My aunt is still my mother’s best friend until this day. My mother and aunt were the true definition of “Ride or Dies.” Later that day, my mother asked, “Phillip are you okay?” I didn’t say anything, I just hugged her tight. My mother told my brother that my aunt passed away; he was so angry.
I was highly impressed by the overall teamwork in the emergency department. It has a sense of organized chaos that would have taken me some time to adjust to. My nurse and I ended up going through a large group of patient during the time I was there. The nurse has this uniformity to how she would get her tasks done. The thing that through me off was the amount of stuff got done with our patients by other people.
The yellow haze of the fresh sunrise crested over the hanging clouds, producing a harsh glare on my haggard eyes. The car vibrated under me as ferociously as the butterflies in my stomach. As I used my hands to “press” my royal blue scrubs, I walked inside beginning another superb summer day at the Harbor Animal Hospital, shadowing the veterinarians and technicians. As I greeted the people at the reception desk, we began the waiting game.
I say I can hear my mom crying in the bedroom, she usually does this on a daily basis but today it is more than usual because my father died on this day. Today marks four years since his death, I still feel guilty for it. I was in the car with my dad when it occurred and I couldn 't do anything to solve it or help him but I still tell myself I could have done something. Sniffling my mother responds, “Yes Meghan?”
I asked my mom to retell my medical history. She told me that the story I knew about was partly true. Yes, I did have a heart and digestive problem but it was more than that. It was my father’s decision to hide my illness from me.
My passion for healthcare lies with patient care. I enjoy taking care of patients and their family. I have chosen to become a family nurse practitioner because I can combine nursing and medicine to provide a higher level of care to my patients. As a nurse practitioner will be able to make an impact on my patient’s health through, health promotion, disease prevention, managing acute and chronic conditions and improving patient’s health (Wynne,
The time I took a memorial trip to Branson Jackie Chan once tweeted Family isn’t whose blood you carry It’s who you love and who loves you back. I want to tell you about the time I took a trip to Branson that I will never forget. Some of you probably took an amazing trip you remember. Well I am going to share with you how I met my adopted grandparents, the Christmas days leading up to the trip, and what we did while we were there.
