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This is about the 3rd revision. There is a limit on the word count and I've taken out a few words to make it less specific. This isn't to med schools, it's to an advisory committee that will write a letter of recommendation.
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We need to intubate him, STAT! Exclaimed a nurse from across the room as she shuffled through the medication cart.
Has he received any Amidate? Inquired the emergency physician.
Yes sir. One amp and were about to inject another amp of epi. Responded another R.N. As respiratory therapists and nurses buzzed about the coding patient, I stood to the side, observing the situation.
The doctor glanced up to read the vital signs on the EKG monitor, squinting through thick rimmed glasses. Has the family been called? He asked the same nurse who responded in the affirmative while on the phone with the attending physician. The physician reached into a supply cart and pulled out a laryngoscope. Alright, Im going to intubate him, but be ready to defibrillate in case his heart rate drops. He declared before turning to me. Thanks for getting that neo-drip up here fast. Do you have any versed?.
Yes, doctor. I acknowledged and pulled out a small vial of the injectable narcotic from my pocket while still panting from my third hospital-wide dash to the patients room. I handed it to a nurse that began mixing it into an IV piggyback.
As the physician focused his concentration, he began placing the laryngoscope into the coding patients mouth. I observed the entire procedure with others in the room.
This was a typical code of many I had taken part of while working midnights at a hospital as a pharmacy technician and they have provided me a very solid grasp of clinical care. It is my fascination with the medical field that has influenced me to volunteer for these procedures, but there are also other factors that are driving my desire to become a physician.
So what is it that drives us? What is that force that pushes us to our goals? Are the forces constant or do they alter as time passes? For me, that initial push started with my father. No member of my family has every graduated from college and his support for me to pursue a medical career has been continuous since I was a child. But that propulsion, while ever present, is no longer the primary force pushing me to a medical career. That drive has amended itself over the years to something more personal. It has manifested itself in degrees of compassion, dedication to success, and a natural inclination to improve myself academically and personally.
While the drive exists as a sublimating factor in my life, it was somewhat mysterious until I had experienced medicine and the care of patients, first hand. Shadowing physicians in a range of specialties enlightened me. I witnessed physicians intubate patients and run lines in them countless times at nearly all hours of the night. I had followed physicians in the neonatal specialty, observed a gastroenterologist remove polyps while performing colonoscopies, and occupational therapists interact with children with autism, muscular dystrophy and other neurological disabilities.
While my academic and employment tenure has been difficult, the fall of 2005 and the subsequent academic year of 2006 were particularly arduous. Late 2005 saw the landfall of a hurricane to my region. Rather than evacuate north and still receive payment from my employer, I stayed at my hospital and helped to ensure that around a hundred patients still admitted were receiving medical treatment in spite of a skeleton crew in my department. The conditions gradually worsened as electrical power and water systems shut off and the first month of restoration to the region were burdensome.
In the following academic year, I took a course load of fifteen hours, including Physics 2 and Organic Chemistry 2, while working full time midnights. Both required my absolute full dedication; much sleep deprivation and coffee consumption accompanied a tight schedule of school, work and research. A blight of recurring spells of dizziness and black-outs weighed on me enough to have an MRI performed. Thankfully nothing atypical presented itself as I was diagnosed with a sinus infection. It was difficult, but my hard work in 2006 paid off and I received an award for academic excellence.
Regarding research, I became an assistant to a doctor, who is investigating clinically obtained statistical cases of cancer in this area. Under his direction, two other students and myself have analyzed breast cancer data in my region to find correlative relationships with various proliferative and benign forms of breast disease. It has also been a rewarding experience watching him prepare histological slides from biopsies as well as analyze similar slides with us under a light microscope.
Part of my drive has always been my own improvement and how I can best apply this progress. To me, caring for others is merely an expression of this. For example, I have cared for my father, a heart patient, for three years. From Christmas 2003 when he nearly had a heart attack and August 2004 when his wife of four decades left him, Ive cared for his physical and emotional well being, and continue to do so. Seeing him break physically, emotionally and almost neurologically in a simultaneous fashion pushed my stress levels to bounds I had never fathomed. However, caring for him has given me an emotional gratification that I hope to also receive throughout a medical career.
In addition to two years of clinical experience, I have expanded my involvement in patient care. To do so I voluntarily went on codes at work. I have assisted in the emergency care of dozens and the deaths of many; sometimes with the presence of loved ones. Witnessing the relatives of patients have those closest to them flat line was heart wrenching, but I maintained my calm and performed my duties as expected. Rushing from one end of the hospital to the other and delivering vital medication was an experience that has revealed the level of dedication and care required in the medical field.
Whether it is my own kin, a coding patient or a student I am mentoring, I have always responded with the utmost dedication and compassion. I do so because I think anything less precludes my own edification; it is simply in my nature to try harder or at least desire to perform better. For example, I have sought to reinforce the Spanish capabilities I obtained from four high school courses by pursuing a minor in the subject since I believe it will be a valuable asset in the culturally dynamic medical landscape of Texas. It is, again, part of the drive.
The status of physician, one long heralded with prestige, is a goal I believe fulfills this drive. But that is only the start of my lifes journey. I have to prove to myself that I am worthy of that honorific. When I dedicate myself to school enough to make the grades and sufficiently to my work to make a difference to patients, I hope to have shown some worth. When I have demonstrated the compassion and care enough to a child with autism or muscular dystrophy or a coding patient, I hope to have shown some worth. And when I wake up every morning knowing the previous day had been spent improving the lives of my fellow humans, I hope to have proven myself of some worth.
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We need to intubate him, STAT! Exclaimed a nurse from across the room as she shuffled through the medication cart.
Has he received any Amidate? Inquired the emergency physician.
Yes sir. One amp and were about to inject another amp of epi. Responded another R.N. As respiratory therapists and nurses buzzed about the coding patient, I stood to the side, observing the situation.
The doctor glanced up to read the vital signs on the EKG monitor, squinting through thick rimmed glasses. Has the family been called? He asked the same nurse who responded in the affirmative while on the phone with the attending physician. The physician reached into a supply cart and pulled out a laryngoscope. Alright, Im going to intubate him, but be ready to defibrillate in case his heart rate drops. He declared before turning to me. Thanks for getting that neo-drip up here fast. Do you have any versed?.
Yes, doctor. I acknowledged and pulled out a small vial of the injectable narcotic from my pocket while still panting from my third hospital-wide dash to the patients room. I handed it to a nurse that began mixing it into an IV piggyback.
As the physician focused his concentration, he began placing the laryngoscope into the coding patients mouth. I observed the entire procedure with others in the room.
This was a typical code of many I had taken part of while working midnights at a hospital as a pharmacy technician and they have provided me a very solid grasp of clinical care. It is my fascination with the medical field that has influenced me to volunteer for these procedures, but there are also other factors that are driving my desire to become a physician.
So what is it that drives us? What is that force that pushes us to our goals? Are the forces constant or do they alter as time passes? For me, that initial push started with my father. No member of my family has every graduated from college and his support for me to pursue a medical career has been continuous since I was a child. But that propulsion, while ever present, is no longer the primary force pushing me to a medical career. That drive has amended itself over the years to something more personal. It has manifested itself in degrees of compassion, dedication to success, and a natural inclination to improve myself academically and personally.
While the drive exists as a sublimating factor in my life, it was somewhat mysterious until I had experienced medicine and the care of patients, first hand. Shadowing physicians in a range of specialties enlightened me. I witnessed physicians intubate patients and run lines in them countless times at nearly all hours of the night. I had followed physicians in the neonatal specialty, observed a gastroenterologist remove polyps while performing colonoscopies, and occupational therapists interact with children with autism, muscular dystrophy and other neurological disabilities.
While my academic and employment tenure has been difficult, the fall of 2005 and the subsequent academic year of 2006 were particularly arduous. Late 2005 saw the landfall of a hurricane to my region. Rather than evacuate north and still receive payment from my employer, I stayed at my hospital and helped to ensure that around a hundred patients still admitted were receiving medical treatment in spite of a skeleton crew in my department. The conditions gradually worsened as electrical power and water systems shut off and the first month of restoration to the region were burdensome.
In the following academic year, I took a course load of fifteen hours, including Physics 2 and Organic Chemistry 2, while working full time midnights. Both required my absolute full dedication; much sleep deprivation and coffee consumption accompanied a tight schedule of school, work and research. A blight of recurring spells of dizziness and black-outs weighed on me enough to have an MRI performed. Thankfully nothing atypical presented itself as I was diagnosed with a sinus infection. It was difficult, but my hard work in 2006 paid off and I received an award for academic excellence.
Regarding research, I became an assistant to a doctor, who is investigating clinically obtained statistical cases of cancer in this area. Under his direction, two other students and myself have analyzed breast cancer data in my region to find correlative relationships with various proliferative and benign forms of breast disease. It has also been a rewarding experience watching him prepare histological slides from biopsies as well as analyze similar slides with us under a light microscope.
Part of my drive has always been my own improvement and how I can best apply this progress. To me, caring for others is merely an expression of this. For example, I have cared for my father, a heart patient, for three years. From Christmas 2003 when he nearly had a heart attack and August 2004 when his wife of four decades left him, Ive cared for his physical and emotional well being, and continue to do so. Seeing him break physically, emotionally and almost neurologically in a simultaneous fashion pushed my stress levels to bounds I had never fathomed. However, caring for him has given me an emotional gratification that I hope to also receive throughout a medical career.
In addition to two years of clinical experience, I have expanded my involvement in patient care. To do so I voluntarily went on codes at work. I have assisted in the emergency care of dozens and the deaths of many; sometimes with the presence of loved ones. Witnessing the relatives of patients have those closest to them flat line was heart wrenching, but I maintained my calm and performed my duties as expected. Rushing from one end of the hospital to the other and delivering vital medication was an experience that has revealed the level of dedication and care required in the medical field.
Whether it is my own kin, a coding patient or a student I am mentoring, I have always responded with the utmost dedication and compassion. I do so because I think anything less precludes my own edification; it is simply in my nature to try harder or at least desire to perform better. For example, I have sought to reinforce the Spanish capabilities I obtained from four high school courses by pursuing a minor in the subject since I believe it will be a valuable asset in the culturally dynamic medical landscape of Texas. It is, again, part of the drive.
The status of physician, one long heralded with prestige, is a goal I believe fulfills this drive. But that is only the start of my lifes journey. I have to prove to myself that I am worthy of that honorific. When I dedicate myself to school enough to make the grades and sufficiently to my work to make a difference to patients, I hope to have shown some worth. When I have demonstrated the compassion and care enough to a child with autism or muscular dystrophy or a coding patient, I hope to have shown some worth. And when I wake up every morning knowing the previous day had been spent improving the lives of my fellow humans, I hope to have proven myself of some worth.
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