After being sent home from the emergency room and I had to send her back not even two hours later because something was wrong. My mom got admitted into St. Luke’s Hospital for Serotonin Syndrome. Serotonin Syndrome is a life threatening drug reaction that is caused from too much of the same medicine (which also means the body having too much Serotonin). Serotonin Syndrome was caused by the Emergency Department, not paying attention to her everyday medicine and giving her something she was already on. My mom’s health was all over the place.
My friend's cousin had to be in this situation too. The rubella epidemic is rapidly spreading from people to people, so my friend's cousin had this disease just because of going to the hospital to get medicine for a normal sick. Thus, her family had to stay in the hospital
Marie R. Davis 130 Chestnut Street Fairmont WV, 26554 Student ID # F0027464 June 20, 2012 Pierpont Community and Technical College Academic Appeal Board 1201 Locust Ave Fairmont WV, 26554 Dear: Satisfactory Academic Progress Committee There were inevitable circumstances that occurred which led to my drop in my GPA. These circumstances were health related for myself. I had to undergo a full hysterectomy. The procedure was done in the middle of the semester. I made every attempt to try and postpone until the end of the semester but I was having reoccurring cysts on my ovary which had me in the hospital several times prior to my procedure.
I tried to avoid being placed onto a stretcher and into an ambulance at all costs. The only thing in the world that I want to do right now is be with Amber, but the paramedics promised me that Amber would be fine. They told me that in an accident like this, usually people die, let alone walk out of the vehicle. So they forced me to go to the hospital, just to check all my vitals, and to make sure that my adrenaline wasn’t overpowering any serious injury that I had. I took one last glance to where Amber was.
You change, and sit there for a little with your parents, and then your doctor comes in and talks to you and writes on your stockings ‘yes’ and ‘no’ (yes on the surgery knee, no on the good knee). Now comes for “THE SCARIEST PART” your nurse comes in and takes some blood, they take this blood and separate it to make plasma, which is weird, cause then your blood is yellow, if I were you I would ask to see it once they finish, it’s pretty cool. The worst part is almost over, you get an IV, and they put all this fun medicine in it, you’ll feel pretty great within 5 minutes of getting your IV. (Take as
After they had finally gotten me to my mom’s car so that we could make it to a hospital, it was a slow miserable ride. When we finally made it to the E.R. there was no one there except for us so I was emitted immediately. After they gave me pain killers and had taken my x-rays, however, the Saturday night rush began. After I had been moved three times from room to room, because of the “special” patients I had been roomed with, I was put in a private room.
I feel miserable I don’t want to leave my house!” I have had two most miserable weeks of my life I was feeling very lethargic, I can’t do it anymore. “You actually think you’re going to die? You are going to get your ass out of that bed now! You are going to walk into that hospital and suck it up.” Christina was my best friend she is the strongest person I knew she is also very brusque and that’s what I loved most about her. “Okay, I’m up but I don’t have a good feeling about this.”I got ready and we went to the hospital.
However, I found myself in the back of an ambulance, I remember that much. And I remember looking down at my legs. There was blood and huge grazes and cuts with a surging pain through both. I had been put on morphine, eventually. The doctors and nurses had told me that I’d have to get the two legs amputated in the coming days.
The door slowly turned, it felt like a year for it to open. We all quickly stood up but to hear “Amira you will be needing surgery or you will be paralyzed in about six months to a year. With the surgery there is a 100% chance of things going right, and your legs not hurting again, 50% chance of stopping the paralyzation but your legs hurting, and you needing more surgeries later on, and 30% chance it going wrong and you being paralyzed,” said Dr. Guillaume in a very scratchy voice. At that moment I felt as if the sky had fallen on me. My mom’s face and eyes turned redder than blood that once dripped from my wrist.
While we waited for the gashes in his head and legs to be stitched up from the glass cutting into his skin, the doctor cut my mother’s wedding ring off her hand because her finger swelled around the ring cutting off blood circulation. I removed a lot of the glass that cut into my skin and the glass that I felt in my hair. My mother and I went into the room to see him after the completion of his surgery. His hair still appeared bloody, but it looked as if they cleaned most of it out. The doctor showed us that he sustained a large gash from sliding his head against the sharp glass on front seat’s window while he slept.