The TBI took away his ability to speak, walk, and left him with the loss of his vision. I had so many questions for the doctors, but most of all, I wanted to know, why getting hit in the very back of his head caused his loss of vision and caused him not to be able to speak. I immediately started researching TBI’s on the internet. I discovered that
I did not hear the approaching vehicle. When I did hear the noise of the vehicle I believe I tried to move but I couldn’t manage to move my legs. The next thing I knew was the vehicle ran over my head and before I lost consciousness I thought “I am going to have a flat head.” When I woke up, I was in the hospital and found out from my parents and dr. that I was lucky to be alive. My head was all bandaged up and I had a terrific headache. My mom told me that the mailman ran over my head.
Transform from one thing to another. Change is represented in the newspaper article by the head line “ten die in QLD floods, 78 missing. The head line tells the reader that a negative change has occurred. The first opening paragraph represents emotional change as a boy as a four year old boy has died. This is an emotional change for the family of the little boy as they have to cope with the death of a family member.
I was in a double room and my roommate, Marie, a heavy girl, had jumped off the roof of her house and shattered her knee. She was there almost as long as I was and I later saw her at physical therapy. She never walked the same again and experienced several complications while in the hospital. What seemed like a simple fracture turned into a nightmare for her, and what seemed like a hopeless situation for me turned out alright. I couldn’t help but wonder why I was so lucky.
After answering a few more of the officer’s questions I was transported to Umass Medical, A Medical University in Worcester, Massachusetts. It took doctors a total of 14 hours and 2 operations to put my hand to the way it is now. I am missing my middle finger all the way down to my wrist and the tip of my ring finger. I also have massive scaring on my hand, arm, and foot (the doctors took a vein out of my foot to replace one in my arm that was badly damaged); all from one little firecracker. The moral of this story is simple don’t play with things you don’t know anything about, and whatever you do don’t play with
Death Scenario Lakesha Jackson May 11, 2015 PSY/225 Positive Psychology Instructor Claire Clifford This paper was really hard for me to write. It took me back to a time that I suffered the greatest loss in my life. It really hit home with me and brought back some suppressed memories that I did not want to recall. Although I have not been through this myself, I did lose seven family members to a house fire. Doing this paper brought back all the memories of hearing the cries and screams for help that they were shouting as they were burning to death, with no way out.
I just wish I could die it hurts so much can you please help me.” I picked his head up and laid it on my lap and played with his hair until he fell asleep finally. He laid there crying in his sleep and moving around because he was in so much pain. I had thoughts going through my mind at that moment of going into the kitchen and giving him the whole bottle of pain medication to stop his pain once and for all. I called the hospice nurse into the room and begged her to help him and she said she couldn’t. My baby brother died an excruciating death at the age of 21on April 4, 2006 as he laid his head in my lap.
The doctors and nurses had told me that I’d have to get the two legs amputated in the coming days. This was when my depression began. I still had hope that all would be okay, but the doctors showed no sign of it. I was to lose both my legs. I could live the rest of my life feeling depressed and worthless.
Joseph Calcavecchia 10/23/10 Eng. 121 Ms. Gadsden Gettysburg It is the morning of July 1st 1863, it was a very cold day out, and the wind was blowing very hard against my tent. Old Jonas in the back was snoring so loud; I had thought he would wake the dead. I’ve been a worried sick all night without any sleep at all. I had heard word that my wife Margaret has come down with pneumonia and I wish I could be there to tend to her.
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”.