This amount of time complies with the standard set by the World Health Organisation. I can see from my video that I also met the key areas of hand washing; I washed the back of my hands, the palms of my hands, in between the fingers, the sides, the finger tips, the thumb, and the wrists. I also interlocked my fingers to ensure that the backs of my fingers were clean. Hand hygiene is an important part of infection control and washing hands regularly (either with soap and water or with alcohol hand gel/rub) reduces the risk of transmitting bacteria from an infected object, elsewhere. The transmission of infection can be direct (person to person), indirect (one person contaminates an object that another person then touches and contaminates themselves) or droplet (through sneezing, coughing and sometimes by talking), by washing our hands in compliance with the five moments of hand hygiene (WHO 2006); before patient contact, before aseptic task, after bodily fluid exposure risk, after patient contact and after contact with patient surroundings, we are minimising the risk of infecting another person, object, or even ourselves.…
Shaking The Captain’s Hand It was the middle of June, and I had just taken my CDA (Child Development Associates) exam. This exam was so important to me because it meant moving up to a higher position on my job as childcare professional. I had to work the next day, so I did not have time to even think about the test results. I was called to the office to speak with my childcare trainer. I thought she had observed me doing something wrong in the classroom, because that is usually the case when you are called to the training office.…
I have not been thinking differently but I am surely endeavoring. I have an arduous time changing things about myself so at this point I am just gradually endeavoring. After reading these two chapters I endeavor to disunite my emotions from my thinking due to the fact that they incline to get me into an abundance of trouble. Prior to making decisions, I stop and notice first if I am allowing my emotions to get in the way. I ascertain no emotions are tied to my decisions just so at the end I get a good outcome.…
I have an extraordinary cat named Whisker. Whisker is not an average cat. She weighs considerably more than the average 14-pound cat, has manicured paws, and from the tip of her nose to the end of her tail she has orange striped fur with a tint of brown on her left front leg. She irritates me quite often around breakfast time by nudging my leg with her head. This is how I know that she wants to be fed.…
Not So Serine Anymore Growing up on a street called Serenity Court, everything was so serene. I lived in a house on a big hill so we would never play basketball because someone would always end up chasing it down the hill. I was one of the boys growing up, as my dad would say. Every day, we would get home from school me and my three neighbors across the street would all get together and play. We would have lemonade stands, go swimming, or just chase each other around in our yards.…
This kind of pisses me off. I didn't get my tattoos to impress anyone, therefore I don't give a damn what other people think. My tattoos represent something or someone VERY special TO ME. They are there as a permanent reminder to of things and/or people that I NEVER want to forget. That I want to carry with me every day for the rest of my life.…
Different moments of our lives change us and shape us into the man or woman whom one day we will become. One moment that changed me was when I got my first instrument. Getting my first instrument was exciting, yet challenging at the same time. When I told my mom that I wanted to start playing music, I didn’t realize how hard it can truly be. I didn’t think of how much patience and time I would need to put into my practicing.…
Chop It All Off Two years ago, I had long, luscious, golden blonde hair that fell down to my waist, and I absolutely hated it. Everyone else seemed to love it, though, so I kept it. I dealt with the static, the lengthy drying time, and the hours of styling that I had dealt with ever since I was little, all because I wanted to be loved and accepted. I wanted to fit into the box of typical girls my age who all had the exact same haircut so that I would be considered “pretty” by the rest of my classmates, but I felt miserable in that box and I didn’t know how to escape.…
Physically, I would describe my body as medium and heavy. Medium because I'm not that tall and also I'm not that short. I see myself in the middle. Heavy because I have experience some gain during the past three months since I have overly been going to the gym.…
When I think about the boy who I was growing up, the young adult I am today, and the man I plan to be in the forthcoming years, one aspect of my life stands out to me far more radiantly than anything else: my culture, my skin, my identity as a Bangladeshi-American. There aren't many clubs or organization for Bangladeshi Americans such as myself. Make no mistake, there are certainly events for Bangladeshis living in the United states, many that I have attended due to various entreaties from my parents. These are event where the only language spoken is one that I barely speak (Bengali), the only music conversed about is that which I don't listen to or understand, and the only events discussed happen in another country that I have spent only a…
One’s identity is who they truly are as a person. People don’t define you. you define yourself. You define yourself with your actions, personality, and the roles you play in other people’s lives. At this point in my life I’m still trying to figure out who I am.…
In a distant land that goes by the name of Wentzylvania you never know what you can expect. Most days you'll feel as though Wentzylvania is just an ordinary town with no type of issue to ever come about. Then there are days like today where everything seems to be going great until the super villain "Hypo Fist" arrives. Today I was on my way to the office but then I heard police sirens and shrieks of horror coming from the center of town.…
Stuck out like a Sore Thumb (A Time in my Life When I Stood Alone) In the fourth grade I moved from Coker Creek, Tennessee to Tulelake, California. From my muddy little boots to my thick southern drawl, I stuck out like a sore thumb in the small town of Tulelake. I was one of 4 white children in my class; the rest being hispanic.…
Thank you for responding to me in a timely manner. These are pictures of my face. As you can see my nose is very flat, and for the nose procedure I'm looking for three things. #1 I do not have a nasal bridge and I would like to have it.…
The sickness that I live with is one that some would find excessively appalling, making it impossible to talk about; so I kept it to a whisper. This sickness I thought was to embarrassing to talk about, making it impossible to seek help, left me feeling alone in the dark. This sickness ruined friendships, without me realizing it. This sickness that made getting out of bed a struggle for me. This sickness made it impossible for me to see a positive future, until the day I stopped calling myself “crazy” and began to grow from what we all call, depression.…