My friend lifted up her shirt, showed her a bright red (not pink) belly, and told her mother she had been calling and informing the doctor's office for days. They simply told her it was normal to have pain, not to worry, and they could not fit her in for an appointment until the following week. From the site of my friends stomach, her mother rushed her to the emergency room in horror. What my friend had was a horrible disease called necrotizing fasciitis and it had spread through parts of her body like wild fire. So I began investigating and found that she was not the only one.
I could see the catheter bag hanging from the bed which was filling up with blood instead of urine. I thought I was going to bleed to death as I can not accept blood transfusions, due to my religious beliefs. After a week in the hospital, the fluid in the catheter bag started gradually turning yellow. On day seven, the doctor came to my room and gave me the best news that I have heard in a long time. He said “Kerry you can go home but will need to follow-up with your doctor”.
This had obviously been very difficult time and I was aware that the birth of a new baby within the family may have come with mixed emotions. SCENARIO Prior to the visit I had received a telephone handover from the new Mother’s midwife, who had explained this had been an uneventful pregnancy and straight forward delivery. However her sister had very recently given birth, which had tragically resulted in the baby dying shortly afterwards. The midwife explained this had created anxieties about her new baby and that whilst she appeared to doing okay it was something to be mindful of. This highlights again the importance of collaborative working and effective handovers ( ).
“Genetics loads the gun, and environment pulls the trigger,” is what the experts always say at the eating disorder conferences, said Caitlin Scafati, a recovered anorexic. And yet no one has identified the genes. Gail Schoenbach, a 48-year-old mother of three from Warren, N.J., said she had been bulimic since she was 18 but did not get treatment until her 40s, when her friends alerted her husband and he started calling treatment centers. “I was very embarrassed and scared and humiliated and ashamed that I had lied about it,” she
A young mother is in intensive care after having a rare but serious reaction to a friend's prescription antibiotics that caused her to "burn" from the inside out. Yassmeen Castanada, 19, wasn't feeling well on Thanksgiving, so she took a pill that her friend had left over from a previous illness. Soon, Castanada's eyes, nose and throat began to burn, and she was rushed to the emergency room, her mother, Laura Corona, told ABC News. Her body erupted in blisters over the next few days, Corona said. She had to be sedated and placed on a ventilator.
141007 R41 John Recabar Profile of a depressed Anna I was depressed earlier this year. Coming from a family that has a history with mental disorder - my sister’s bipolar - it didn’t come as a shock for me to be plagued by the same mental warfare that my sister underwent. My experience with depression was a brief one, having experienced it for only a lengthy week. Anna however, has been battling clinical depression for almost eight years now. Anna has been battling depression since she was ten, although she was only professionally diagnosed when she was a mere fifteen year old.
Daphne had been written up and reported several times for having to leave the job to get to her kids for whatever reasons. Being recognized for the positive was something she lacked in her 17 years of licensure. Along with negative recognition and false accusations, Daphne began to feel unappreciated for her day to day work. To top all the disadvantages, Daphne lost the lead nursing position due to having to be out of work several times due to breast cancer
I just hope things improve.” The family of resident Olive Bewick decided to move her to a different care home after she was found with bruising on her shins. Mrs Bewick had lived at Honeymead for five years until, over the last four months, her family became so concerned about her care that they complained to management. Her granddaughter Julie Ryall, 38, said: ‘We noticed things with her personal hygiene. Her nails were absolutely filthy, but she is either in bed or a wheelchair, so it’s not like she was doing gardening. “We also noticed dried food on her face where they had not washed it after meals.
I felt like I was not doing right as a mother because all my child wanted to do was eat and eat and eat. I felt like my body had been turned into a tool and that was just supposed to sit there, shut up and produce milk. I found myself trying to run away from my child because it seemed like as soon as she seen me, that was ALL she wanted. It was so bad one day that I had tried to stay away from her as long as I could that my breast started leaking as a result. I was extremely frustrated.
We thought we had her seizures under control, until last month, she relapsed. We had a huge miscommunication. I proceeded to get her to go to the doctor for the fact her levels could have been low, or the medication was no longer working. She made her points as well. When this first started we argued with the doctors about the seizures.