Doctor

A life of “little bets” As I brainstormed to determine the feedback direction for Module 1, a single thought kept creeping in my head: “Wow, this was like when I did blank”. I have to admit, = my entire life has been a series of “Little Bets”, even prior to my birth. This may sound odd, but truly I have a life that is stranger than fiction;the following will entail how my life, Rebecca Anniversary Merry-Pruss has been a trail of “little bets”. I remember my mother telling me about her…

feel my mouth start to tingle and slowly get warmer as it started to numb. The paste didn’t take as long as the laughing gas, within seconds I could feel my tongue start to tingle then go numb, then following that my upper gums did the same. The doctors said the operation would take around forty-five minutes. They also told me that every five minutes the band around my arm would blow up and take my blood pressure. I.t was really weird being put under the laughing gas, it was like watching the…

a closer look, and though I'm on my tip-toes, supported by a step stool, I can barely make out the magenta, rhythmically vibrating form in front of me. Apprehensive, I try my hardest not to cough, sneeze, breathe on, touch the surgeons, etc. The doctors are carefully cutting, rearranging, and cauterizing fatty deposits and tissue like it's second nature, doing a neater job than I expected. Now, to prevent anyone reading this essay from swooning, I can only say that I left for lunch four hours…

couldn’t walk, eat, use the bathroom, and I had dehydrated. I went to the doctor, and also the hospital but they all said the same that I had a stomach virus. My mom brought me to Selma hospital they tried to send me home but my mom wouldn’t let them. When they found what was wrong with me I was immediately airlifted to Birmingham. The poison from my appendix bursting spread all over my body I needed immediate surgery. The doctors couldn’t perform the surgery right then because I had an absent…

The “Best Years of Your Life” My life is a bit different from what we call “normal”. While most teens my age were going to school dances, kicking it with their boyfriends or killing it on the sports field. I on the other hand was in a hospital bed trying to feel somewhat normal. I just have to say that it wasn’t always like this for me. I was once your normal teen, talking to guys, destroying the soccer field and going out and partying on the weekends. That only lasted for a short time tho. And…

going through a patients chart and making sure we have all testing, consults or office notes from other facilities. We also have to make sure that patients have any testing our doctors ordered done before their next visit. This causes me to have to sit at a computer and go through each chart. It can take a while if my doctors have full days. Sometimes they will see 25 patients a day and we have to be at least a week in advance. I least enjoy it because I don’t like sitting and staring at the…

It was then that my husband came in and told me that the baby was having some trouble breathing because she swallowed some of the amniotic fluid while being delivered. I became very concerned and wanted to speak to her pediatrician immediately. The doctor came in and explained to me that this was very common for section babies and that she would be fine. It wasn’t until 8 hours later that I got to hold my baby for the first time. I felt anxious, nervous and sad but happy at the same time because…

It all started about 20 months ago. I mean, I had to lie about it. I couldn’t tell my parents or they would never see me as their child again. They would be so mad and disappointed in me. I was hurting so bad that I decided to open myself up. Giving a cold, lifeless piece of metal control of me. Having it become my best friend. The only thing I kept close to me. I got so sad that my appetite went away. I barely ate. I was getting worse as the cuts were getting deeper and harder to hide.…

As I opened my eyes, I was instantly confused and scared. I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing on the surprisingly comfortable floor. I was laying on my stomach, but when I tried to move I couldn’t find myself to listen to my brain. Then soon I realized that, with my face pressed against the thin black ground, that I was on a trampoline. I could vaguely see the cold cement ground beneath the trampoline I was on. I couldn’t help but wonder if anybody has ever landed on the…

was no coming back from that and we all knew the time was soon approaching. We were just counting down the days. The doctor said she would only have a few more weeks…