This year, I experienced both a personal and academic obstacle that correlate with one another. In January, I started the year long Medical Assisting program at my school. Prior to beginning this program, I was so excited to be getting a medically centered education, and learning about the field I wanted to expand my career in. After entering the program and learning that there is so much more to medicine than just taking care of patients, I began to lose my interest. This was shocking to me since, my whole life up until this year, I believed I was going to become an amazing medical doctor. It was extremely hard to accept the fact that, the career I had always dreamt of wasn’t something I was passionate about. I knew if I didn’t have that passion,
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.
At my physician office, the staff always dress and act professionally. I have been going to my physician since I was 6, I have even job shadowed my physician. I do not recall a time my physician or his staff has ever been unprofessional. They are always dressed in scrubs or business casual. As a medical assistant, you can ensure your professional appearance by a few steps: always wear scrubs
When I started high school, the club that excited me the most, was National Honors Society. So, at the first chance I got, in my sophomore year. After being a member for a year, I quickly realized that I wanted to take on a leadership opportunity in the club. So, I took a shot for the stars, and campaigned for being president of Honors Society. Though I had some competition, I put my all into composing a speech, and I won the presidency, and I have been president since.
Time seemed to have stood still from all the way up there. The wobbling platform on which I was standing couldn’t have been more than a foot in diameter. Looking down, the blurred images of my peers were all that I could see. I should have been frightened out of my mind, but strangely I wasn’t. I had conquered the 25-foot climb up the telephone pole, and although I was wearing a harness, the feeling was nothing less than exhilarating.
During my freshman year I was a really isolated student very unwilling to volunteer willingly for anything, much less take up a leadership position. Then one day I went to my counselor to see what I could do that could help me for my future, she directed me to the school’s Upward Bound program, and after joining this program my eyes have been opened dramatically. When I joined I had no idea how much work went into applying and getting accepted to university, I did not know what a transcript was, a resume, GPA, or even community service hours. However, the thing that really impacted me was the leadership aspect, I had never been a leader or even thought about leading anything, I was usually just like the follower that obeyed instructions. So when the time came I decided I was going to run for class president, and that was
I started my first year of college with my life planned out. I had a ridiculous notion that everything was going to be a piece of cake. I was going to join different clubs, do lots of research, make the dean’s list, make my parents proud and attend as many parties as I could. However, now when I look back, I realized that I was too comfortable in my life. I thought I was ready to overcome every obstacle that was thrust upon me
I have been very luckily treated for multiple generic disorders in America since 2001 as a result of advancing medical science and the stunning performance by physicians, surgeons, clinicians and therapists. The medical practitioners had introduced me hopes again and again. It was when I woke up from general anesthesia in Massachusetts General Hospital my surgeon explained to me the implantable device on clinic trial failed to correct my generic disorder; however he reassured me this was not the end of it and we’ll try another device expected to be available after FDA’s approval in a year. I would have a shortened life expectancy if this disorder was left untreated into my middle-age adulthood.
My goal with standard six involved observing how my clinical teacher handled liabilities and how he interacted with co-workers and myself. I felt that it was important to look for these qualities, because they are important in the professional environment. How you handle legal responsibilities is not only important for the school, but also for the students. IEPs need to be addressed so that a quality education can be provided. Also, how a teacher interacts with coworkers can play into their hierarchal place amongst colleagues.
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 Catalyst for a Cure I, Martin Dysart have taken much time to meet with one of my toughest patients to date; the very interesting Alan Strang. Alan first came to me when I heard that he was having some minor troubles that I could possibly cure. I soon realized that he had no real disease.
My field experience consisted of attending 3 Newton’s high school volleyball practices and the end of the season playoffs. Upon arrival I was greeted by old friends that are a part of the program. The coaches were not there yet so it was the girls and captains responsibility to set up nets and begin practice. The girls socialized for majority of the time and waited last minute to put up the nets. Once nets were up they would began to stretch and warm up then begin practice without the coaches.
All I remember is being scared. I just stuck a needle inside my thigh. I remember thinking how it was in and out in just five seconds. As my mom pulls into some parking lot in El Paso, when the ambulance pulling into the parking lot at the same time. My mom, Grandma Kimbro--who was freaking out--, and me had just come from a doctor appointment for my grandma when my mom was talking to my family doctor who told her for me to stick myself.
I looked down at my stump of a leg, now a useless extra limb. My whole body ached, not from the pain in my leg, but in fear of the pain that was about to begin. I sat up in my bed, not wanting to leave the safety of the covers. It had been two weeks and I needed to move.
It was a beautiful late afternoon, the sun was setting when all of a sudden, it hit me. No literally it hit me smack in the corner of my head. All I remember was my mom screaming, me crying, and my Dad hauling me to the car. I was 3 years old and I had just gotten shot with a bottle rocket. That was the day that began one of many trips to the hospital.
As I tried to hang on to my craft the more it felt impossible for me to pursue a career in art. I had to drop class after class causing myself to fall more and more into a downward spiral. I began to lose faith in myself. So I decided to pursue another path, which in turn God made it very clear that it wasn’t for me. I went ahead and took my associate’s degree because I had made up in my mind that I had come too far to just end things.