I woke up in complete darkness with an uncontrollable sharp stabbing pain in my jaw, it was the middle of the night and I was about ten, I had been sleeping in the top bunk bed in our Camper Van. I gave out a great cry of pain and I could hear my mum coming down the steps from her cabin bed. She switched on a light and I could see blood all over the camper vans lineal floor, I could hear my sister Jenna complaining about the bright light that had awoken her from her deep sleep, Mum told her to go back to sleep. My mum took me up of the floor and placed me into the bed and I can remember jumping up and down with the pain. Mum took me into the bathroom to clean up the blood and I remember her holding me on her knee while she sponged my face with a facecloth.
I also remember the bathroom being very small for two people. My stepfather Davy was also at the door of the bathroom and then he turned to clean up the blood from the floor. Mum remarked that I must have put a tooth through my face, as there was a small hole above my lip. When the bleeding stopped Mum put me back into bed and I was still in a lot of pain but she stayed with me for a while and comforted me to try and make me go back to sleep. After some time Mum decided that she wanted to call the casualty department at Coleraine Hospital to ask their advice on my fall. When she came back I told her that I could feel a hole on the inside of my mouth my tongue would have gone into it.
The Essay on The Pain Barrier
Lay upon the bed, coughing. Coughing so hard that it burst blood vessels. Agony was the only thing he could feel. He didn’t want to move, in fear of even more pain pulsating through out his body. Darren lay with his eyes closed and breathing deeply. “Its probably just food poisoning…” he thought to himself. His stomach churned. Another round of the sweats, tiny little droplets formed on his ...
Mum got a torch and looked in and said nothing. I could hear her going up the steps to the cabin bed and speaking with my stepfather. Next thing I knew was that Mum was telling me we were going to Coleraine Hospital. My stepfather gathered me up in my sleeping bag and Mum got into the bac seat and I was handed into her. Mum was able to hold me while Davy drove the car to the hospital. At the hospital the nurses were waiting on me and they put me into a wheelchair and took me into a check up place that had curtains all around.
The doctor came soon and they told me that I needed stitches as the inside of my mouth had been split open. They cleaned my wound with a liquid in syringe and this was easily done as I had a hole on the outside of my face as well. After cleaning up they froze my mouth but I was in so much pain already that I did not feel anything else. The doctor was stitching my mouth and he told the nurse that the wound was much bigger that he first thought and that he would need to put in 6 stitches. When he was finished he put two paper stitches on the open cut on my face.
When he had done that he made me sit up and I started to vomit. The nurse got a dish for me to be sick in and the doctor became very worried. I remember looking at Mum and Davy and they looked very worried as well. They allowed me to lie down again for a while to see if I got better but each time they made me sit up I was sick. The doctor then told the nurse to call the radiographer, as I need to have my skull x-rated. t took a while for the lady to come and she was not very nice to me.
She asked me to get out of the wheelchair and sit on a stool and place my face into something that held my jaw still and bite on a straw. I felt very sick again and I remember getting very warm and wanting to fall. Next thing I knew I was on a trolley and the lady was still very cross with me. My mum told me that I had fainted and that the x-ray would be done differently in another room with me lying on a bed. This was definitely much easier to do.
We then waited for the results and my Mum told me that everything was all clear. The doctor came to see me again and explained that he was not prepared to let me go home and that I would have to stay the night for observation. Next thing that happened was I could hear an alarm bell ringing and all the nurses running about and putting on white plastic aprons. The nurse came in and told my Mum that there had been a bad car accident and that they would have to clear everyone else out of the casualty department to make room. I could hear another man shouting to get the theatre ready. Another nurse came in and started to wheel me out on the bed and while that was happening one of the car crash victims was being wheeled in he had a red collar round his neck and had a lot of blood over him, he was not making any noise.
The Term Paper on Advanced practice nurse role within palliative care
The purpose of this assignment is to compare and contrast the current literature related to advanced nursing practice. And to relate this literature to my practice and the role of the palliative care nurse across clinical settings. In my current role as a pain nurse specialist, I am involved in the care and management of patients with intrathecal (IT) catheters mainly for patients with intractable ...
He was wheeled past us and the ambulance men were shouting about the theatre. I was then wheeled on towards a lift where I was taken to the childrens ward. It was now 4. 00 am in the morning as I could see the clock in the ward. I had been at the hospital for two hours. Mum was staying with me and I was put into a bed while she sat in a chair.
I woke up and it was daylight it was now 6. 00 am with the clock and the nurses were speaking to everyone. They gave me painkillers for my pain through a syringe into my mouth as by now my face was very swollen and my lips were closed together except for a small opening. I was also very thirsty and mum was able to give me some drink through another syringe.
The taste of the drink was not very nice as I could taste blood as well. I wanted to go home but I had to wait for the doctor to review me. I looked around the ward and there were another 5 children in the ward, but I can only remember what was wrong with 4 of them. To my left there was a boy who had fallen off his bike and he had two broken arms, one broken leg and a gash on his hand.
He asked my mum how many stitches I had and she told him 6 inside and two outside, he complained to his mother that he had no stitches. Another girl had swallowed a needle and she kept going away for x-rays. There was a small boy who had eaten his grandmothers sleeping tablets and he was sleeping and had been for 32 hours but the nurses would keep setting him up and try to make him drink something. The fourth person was a girl who had broken her leg on a slide and her Dad was meant to be going to a wedding that day. My stepfather arrived with my clothes and a Man United magazine for me. I wanted to get up and get dressed and go home but I still had to wait for the doctor.
The Research paper on Broken Window Theory 2
Analyse the ‘Broken Window’ theory in relation to crime prevention. What are the main strengths and weaknesses of this theory. The Broken Windows theory was first proposed by two social scientists James Q. Wilson and George L. Kelling in the 1982 article, “Broken Windows”, ( Wilson and Kelling, 1982). The analogy of broken windows used to explain this theory is that signs of disorder ...
He did not come until 1. 00 pm and I was getting very fed up. My mouth and head were very sore and I wanted to go home to my own bed to sleep. When the doctor came he asked me to open and close my mouth but I could not do this, he insisted that I tried, as he needed to know if my jaw was broken.
I tried very hard and managed to open and close a wee bit. He then told me that I could go home, I was very glad. Mum got me dressed and we went back to the camper van in Be none but I asked Mum to take me back to our house. We packed up the camper and went home. It was a lovely summers day and we got visitors but I did not go outside I stayed in the house and played with my Nintendo. Mum kept coming in and out and giving me sprite through a syringe, as I was thirsty all the time.
It took 5 days for the swelling in my mouth to go down enough for me to be able to eat something. Mum had been feeding me soup through the syringe and I managed to eat some ice cream off a teaspoon. When the swelling went down Mum took me to the dentist to check my teeth. They were okay and he was able to see from the x-ray that my adult teeth should be okay. Every time I go to the dentist he is still able to see the scar in my mouth even though I cant. I do have a small scar on my face where I had the hole..
