Several years ago, when I was a brand new nurse’s aide, I had an experience with a dying patient that changed my perspective completely. I was scheduled to be a 1:1 companion with her for a 12 hour shift. The lady had received the news the day before that she most likely not live more than another week or two. And she was very much at peace with this, when talking to throughout my shift I inquired how she could be so calm and collected. She told me that death was just the next step.…
Weeeoooeee!! The sound of the ambulance in front of my house. Long ago when I was younger my brother, and I were riding our bikes, and Bam! Out of nowhere I was hit by a car. In the midst of it later found out my leg was broken, and when the doctors told my mother, I had no motivation to walk again.…
Witnessing death was something that came surprisingly easy for me. I didn’t scream, I didn’t become sick, I was oddly settled. When my father pulled over to the side of the road and assisted a man who was a victim of a hit and run, instead of cowering into my mother’s arms, I jumped out of the car as well, and listened to the orders that my father shouted to me. As I assisted in rendering aid, I noticed that despite the bone protruding out of the man’s body, the bruises blanketing his body, and the dangerously large amounts of blood that he was exsanguinating, sudden realization of the situation entered into my mind. This was not an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, this was real.…
Experiencing something new can be frightening. One of the most nerve-racking experiences I’ve had was when I had surgery for the first time. One day over the summer I started to have pain on the right side of my abdomen. The pain was mild at first but it got worse.…
The horrified concept of near death causes panic or pressure in a human’s mind. The uncertainty of the…
* .. Myself, your anguished unpleasant distressed situation reminded me a number of years ago when I had some terrifying serious adverse side effects of certain prescription drugs, prescribe by my doctor to help assist me with my nerves, my dearest housewife "Sweetheart Asya". * .. As a result, it causes such a horrific panicking reaction in problematically affecting my breathing that I could hardly breathe normally for several hours. * * ..…
I nestled in the suffocating sheets of the bedding in my room, the room I had been confined to since the tragedy. The tragedy that twisted my once perfect life into a tumbling spiral of pure sorrow that I couldn't grasp. I breathed raggedly peering into the complete blackness of the room. I listened to the constant echoes of the machines that pumped medicine into my fragile body. I felt that I didn't deserve it because of the misfortunes that I caused.…
I was a afraid of the sun; afraid of the wind; afraid I would not see the end of the desert; and mostly afraid of dying alone. The perspiration of fear formed and quickly dried on my forehead. I could almost feel adrenaline through my veins. The ground is all I saw. I looked up for a hopeful sign.…
When I was in middle school I got this feeling I was going to die before I turned eighteen. I don’t know where this came from or why, but it stuck with me. When I would ride in a car I would see glimpses of myself dying. I certainly trusted my dad when he drove but I would see cars run into ours and the torqued metal of the car door.…
“And there she was - lying motionless on the old-fashioned, discolored rug in the living room. At that moment, as I was staring into her void eyes, I became a living corpse myself.” I swallow hard, as the vision of her lifeless body flashes right before my eyes. Eight years later, the memory is as vivid as ever. Hugh listens carefully, periodically diverting his gaze away from me.…
"How do stories begin, how do others end, how do characters have their chance to ascend their fatal flaw?" I turn to Dulia with a perplexed expression, "I don't know the answer, sorry. Damn professors, trying to justify their lives with overly complex questions. " She laughs, "It's alright Auden, I'll do it tonight when I come back from the hospital. Do you need me to help you with you're homework?"…
One of my best friends died in a car crash and never reached his twenty-third birthday; his vital signs were diminished by any attempts at resuscitation. Despite only being 13 at the time, I will never forget the devastating impact of his tragic death. Therefore, my interest in the trauma field began with the death of my friend. The trauma field is important to me because I would have the opportunity to serve people, to save lives, and to alleviate the suffering of others.…
A significant period of suffering would be the transition of my big move from Birmingham, Alabama. With a one year old son that needs love, care, attention, and essentials, I found that I made a bad move. In respect to moving on the concept of love, I would not begin to think my family, specifically my parents, would treat me so badly. Within a few months, I found my son and myself jumping back and forth and in between houses, including my mom, dad, and grandparents. The only family members who were truly there for my son and me were my grandparents and my younger brothers.…
When I was young I thought life was going to be filled with laughter and joy. As I got older I was introduced to a new emotion fear and it wasn’t the kind that if there are going to be a monster under my bed. It was a different kind of fear. Fear of losing our loved ones. Fear of never seeing them again.…
Anxiety: The Ever Tightening Spiral Laying in bed, my thoughts racing through my brain. The time is three a.m. and I cannot recall if I greeted a friend in the hallway at school. What if she thinks I am angry with her?…