It was my first day of training. UCSD Medical Center (or whatever the name is). First stop: Emergency Room. As I walked inside I saw doctors and nurses bustling about. To my left a resident was stitching up a bicyclist who had been in an accident. To my right a patient that had just been flown in by helicopter was being wheeled in, the doctor yelling, “Trauma!” as he rushed his way down the crowded hall to the second floor: Surgery. I loved every minute of it. I loved the fast pace of everything and everyone there, I loved the clean sterile smell, and I loved watching the staff interact with the vast array of patients.
In the emergency room, the connotation of one word changed for me; the word Joy. When I hear that word I do not think about the feeling of happiness or love, I think about the lady I met laying in her hospital bed. I was walking around the ER looking to help anyway I could when Joy signaled me over. After looking at me for a moment, she told me that I reminded her of her granddaughter. She told me of her tragic past (add a couple words outlining what her past was and why it was tragic- only a couple) and the lessons she learned while I told her of my seemingly bright future and the lessons I hoped to learn. Joy made me realize the impact I had made in her life, simply by taking an hour at her bedside to talk to her. …show more content…
I was meant to only stop by and meet the staff, but before we so much as took a step inside, a nurse asked if we could help feed a man. When I met Nick, he had been in the hospital for almost a year. He was in an explosion that left his body not only badly burned, but also left him
In the emergency room, the connotation of one word changed for me; the word Joy. When I hear that word I do not think about the feeling of happiness or love, I think about the lady I met laying in her hospital bed. I was walking around the ER looking to help anyway I could when Joy signaled me over. After looking at me for a moment, she told me that I reminded her of her granddaughter. She told me of her tragic past (add a couple words outlining what her past was and why it was tragic- only a couple) and the lessons she learned while I told her of my seemingly bright future and the lessons I hoped to learn. Joy made me realize the impact I had made in her life, simply by taking an hour at her bedside to talk to her. …show more content…
I was meant to only stop by and meet the staff, but before we so much as took a step inside, a nurse asked if we could help feed a man. When I met Nick, he had been in the hospital for almost a year. He was in an explosion that left his body not only badly burned, but also left him