My life having injuries is difficult. Most of the time, I cannot play because of it. People don’t always think you can play through an injury but sometimes you have to do what you got to do. Injuries have an impact on people life. After an injury, they be scared to start back playing something because they think that if they start back playing on it, they will mess it up worse.…
I evoke waking up every 5 minutes checking my blue IPod to see the time. Every time I woke up I would look outside my gelid, frosted window and see the sky darken to a faint violent. As the sky lightens, I would awaken even more. Just as the clock hit 7:30 A.M. sharp my alarm went off, “beep, beep, beep” desiring that I had gotten more sleep. I had opened my eyes like I had 50 cups of coffee, and jumping out of bed like a deer running from its predator.…
3 Stressful Things Attending college is usually the most exciting but yet eye opening experience at the same time in a person life. It is a transition from being a child to becoming an adult and learning how to survive in the real world. Even though this is my second year in college and it has been going well that transition has cause good amount of stress in my life. The three major stressful things in my life that I notice since attending college is managing my time, managing money, and having a good relationship with others.…
My clinical experience so far has been quite interesting, because I learned basic clinical procedures and preventions that I know will benefit me as a nurse in the near future. During lab, we discussed infection control, personal hygiene, and isolation precautions. These procedures impact my personal health and wellness, because I need to ensure that I am using the proper techniques in order to keep me safe. Also, I know that it is important to make sure my patients are not at risk of developing hospital associated infections.…
Pet Peeve Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled.…
The pain began slowly, pricking me with its sharp needles only while doing barre in ballet once a week. I ignored it, believing it to be normal, common discomfort that would soon go away, typical thoughts of a dancer whose entire sport is centered around “good pain”. Six months later, it had escalated to the degree that every step I took felt like an arrow to my knee. Dancing had become impossible, and it was determined that I should be taken to the orthopedist. The bland, brown and beige lobby became extraordinarily familiar as I waited two hours to be examined.…
was injured in November 2007 in Kandahar, Afghanistan. I was commanding the vanguard of a combat team leaving a patrol base to conduct a night operation in the Zharay district. Shortly after our departure and ‘shake-out’ into formation, my command vehicle was hit by a Command-Wired IED that defeated the armour and safety systems aboard our Light Armoured Vehicles. The initial blast and subsequent fire that spread to the ammunition and explosives we were carrying generated three Killed-in-Action (KIA) and three Wounded- in-Action (WIA) personnel. All the leadership component within our vehicle was either injured or dead, and the vehicle driver was the only individual able to move us to cover by dragging us behind a concrete block.…
As I looked around at the blank white walls surrounding me, my anxiety only grew. Why am I here? The question haunted my mind as my solid white shoes tapped softly on the monotonously grey floors. My green eyes landed back on the paper in my hand, reading the words again. Patient 7539, please report to clinical area 3 for a checkup at 6:30am.…
As a child growing up in Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union, the idea of a vast planet brimming with civilization and culture was more like something out of a fairy tale than it was reality. So, when my father announced that we would be leaving the country to go to Scotland, the home of his and my ancestors, my world began to expand at a rapid pace. This trip could not have been timed more perfectly. The summer of 2007 marked the end of fourth grade, my first year at Saint Mary Academy Bay View.…
It is the morning of July 4th, 2008: I groan as my mother gently whispers, “teneshi yene mar (Get up honey)”. Struggling I open my eyes and notice the trembling cabin, I turn to my mother with a look of concern and she reaches out her hand and squeezes my own looking up at me, “we are going to be okay Mar”. A couple of moments later our plane has landed, we gather up our belongings and make our way towards the exit filled with people attached to their screens and MP3 players. The airport is filled with an undercurrent of anticipation, impatience, and boredom; bodies scramble back and forth from one gate to another. My mother, attempting to balance three children, clasps my hand, holds my little brother to her waist and calls back to my older…
At the beginning of the quarter I didn’t know nearly half of what I know now, I thought literacy was the ability to read, write, and have knowledge of writing. I never would have guessed literacy also means knowledge in a specific area. My writing skills have also came a long ways since the beginning of the quarter. I have written 5 papers including this one, and I’m sure the newest is better than the one before.…
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.…
The First Clinical Experience It was an early morning in April. My friends and I arrived 45 minutes early to our long term care facility in Scottsdale, Arizona. The three of us sat in my car and anxiously awaited stepping foot into the care facility as we had no idea what to expect. I began to wonder what the patients would be like and how I would care for them.…
My Fathers illness has equally effected all of my siblings and I significantly. It is most difficult hearing stories from my family members about my father before he became ill and depressed. He was often considered the center of each conversation. It is difficult to type these words about my father considering that the last time my father and I have shared a laugh is beyond my memory. My mom always tells me that I am very similar to my father in terms of his stubbornness and positivity.…
Growing Pains My mother just vanished overnight it seemed. The worst part was the thing that I never thought would happen in a million years did, indeed, happen: a man won my mother's heart, and she completely changed. No matter how much it hurt me that my mother now had a boyfriend and changes were being made, a life lesson occurred, and I learned it is time for me to grow up and stop lacking self-responsibility, pay my bills, and stop relying on her for everything, from bills to even my emotions. Life changes happen, whether we like them or not, but once they happen, I realized it was in my hands if I decided to move forward or choose to let it hold me back…