Personal Narrative: Life After High School

he asked me calmly, “I’m the anesthesiologist that saved you.” “Well you sure look like the one that gave me the antibiotic that almost killed me.” “No, no, no. That was Dr. Brunfield, your pre-op anesthesiologist. I’m Thad, the student anesthesiologist.

The dentist looked at my face and told me, “Daniel I want you to be calm. You have been part of an experiment to develop antidotes for diseases caused by the flare. We all hope that you co- “ Suddenly the wall near us collapsed.

He quickly flipped through a couple of hundred pages and pointed to a section. He said, read this first and then we will talk about it. This was the start, while I didn’t identify it at the time, of a constant back and forth between me and a couple of emergency medicine physicians who just happened to work in my local small town emergency room. They would not just answer my questions, or just tell me to do this or that, but that they would point me in the right direction to learn on my own and then be there to support me and to answer my questions. It is a practice that I have continued my entire career.

Another day at Hamtramck Medical Center learning more about this career each day, but today was a good day. Not a lot of people came pulse my supervisor tough me how to do the throat culture. “It’s very easy all you have to do is clean your hands, and then remove the swab from the packing. Ask the patient politely to open his/her mouth, and then turn his/her face against the light. Guide a swab over the tongue; rub the swab firmly over the back of the throat, both the tonsils and any areas of inflammation.

I knew I had to keep pressing south. As I spent the night at the house I pondered if I had triumphed in my plan. I stumbled across a problem if I should trust the doctor to keep my visit silent or would he betray

In those hospital visits I had become accustomed to the sights and smells of a doctor’s office that instead of reminding me of pain, comforted me. I knew from then on, that the medical field was where I was called to serve.

Not a single person in my family is involved in medicine. Nor do they enjoy being anywhere near the doctor’s office or a hospital so naturally, I had no exposure to medicine till my high school years except for being a fan of medical television such as Grey’s Anatomy and House. During this time, I became privy to a different side of medicine and health care. Shadowing doctors and volunteering in a hospital, I was fascinated by the unique language that separated the hospital from the world outside.

What 's the Football Team doing on the Marching Field? “Ting, tong, tong, tong, ting, tong, tong, tong,” the doctor beat echos through the bitter cold October air in the early hours of a Saturday morning. It’s marching season. Band kids across northern Indiana are hard at work perfecting their show for competition that has yet to come in the afternoon. The past three months have been used to learn and fine tune their show to it 's best.

William Carlos Williams wrote the dialogue in the text causing it to be confusing. “When I arrived I was met by the mother, a big startled looking woman, very clean and apologetic who merely said, Is this the doctor?” The author continues this dialogue type throughout the short story. The dialogue could be this way to symbolize how confusing it can be for the patient when they can not comprehend what is happening, making them more difficult to treat. Williams also uses situation irony when the doctor tries to pry Mathilda’s mouth open with a wooden spatula.

Cody Williams vs Tony Gwynn: A Comparison of Failures Anthony Keith Gwynn, if I were to say his full name like that most people wouldn’t know who I was talking about, but if I were to say Tony Gwynn then it is a whole different story. Yes, I am talking about the Tony Gwynn who played for the San Diego Padres, and later become one of the most decorated baseball players of all time. Yet, just because he was such a successful baseball doesn’t man he never failed. His failures are what made the man so successful, and just like me I failed quite often. The game of baseball is full of failures, one being a persons batting percentage.

Yasmin: Walks in with her body slouched, arms crossed and her eyes looking down onto the floor. Doctor Karim: Hello, how may I help you today? Yasmin:

‘Dysentery…’ ‘Dysentery? That’s not my business. I’m a surgeon. Go on! Make room for the others.’”

I shadowed her for almost three hours. About one hour was spent on conversations about the dentistry and preparing the clinic for the coming patient, one hour for treating the patient and about another hour for responding to my comments and questions. At the time of the appointment, it was time to observe a cleaning process of the teeth cleaning called prophylaxis which is basically thorough cleaning of the teach using different tool and techniques. Before Dr.Azhar started working on the patient , she asked me to write down any

This routine continued three years: three years of pain and three years of smile. Unfortunately, the doctor never smiled. But who cares? I was the one who smiled at last.

doctors, two, two ... doctors and ... teeth, yah. And a doctor ... girl, and gums, and I." "Me ... build-ing ... chairs, no, no cab-in-ets. One, saw ... then, cutting wood ... working ..."