A band-aid is Not Enough
A Band-Aid is Not Enough Essay
Christina Buynak
Bryant & Stratton College
Intro to Health Care
Dr. Sullivan
August 3, 2013
Being that I have worked in the health care field for over eight years I have certain expectations when it comes to patient care. During my career I have been awarded several patient care awards and have had patients tell not only my head nurse manager, but the director of nursing that “the kind of care Christina has provided me is like the kind of care that I would receive from my own daughter”. I believe in caring for patients in the same manner as I would care for my own loved one. As I have mentioned in the essay A Carrot, an Egg, and a Cup of Coffee, I have had the misfortune of having three miscarriages. Part of what made the second miscarriage so hard was what I experienced while seeking medical treatment. I believe that the events that took place added to the emotional trauma that I was already experiencing. The behaviors of the various staff members that I encountered will be something that I will never forget. I was thirty-two years old at the time. I, two weeks prior to my encounter, found out that I was pregnant for the third time. I woke up early that morning and went about business as normal. It wasn’t until the early afternoon when I had begun to spot. Due to the fact that I had already experienced one, I got a gut-wrenching feeling that I was indeed having another miscarriage. I called my husband immediately and asked him to leave work as soon as he possibly could so that he could meet me at the emergency department(ED). I live approximately forty minutes away from the hospital in which I seek all medical care, but I remember this drive seemed to take a lot longer than that. When I arrived at the ED I checked in with the patient access representative, and to be honest, I cannot remember what her demeanor was like. There was no paperwork for me to fill out as I just had to show
Christina Buynak
Bryant & Stratton College
Intro to Health Care
Dr. Sullivan
August 3, 2013
Being that I have worked in the health care field for over eight years I have certain expectations when it comes to patient care. During my career I have been awarded several patient care awards and have had patients tell not only my head nurse manager, but the director of nursing that “the kind of care Christina has provided me is like the kind of care that I would receive from my own daughter”. I believe in caring for patients in the same manner as I would care for my own loved one. As I have mentioned in the essay A Carrot, an Egg, and a Cup of Coffee, I have had the misfortune of having three miscarriages. Part of what made the second miscarriage so hard was what I experienced while seeking medical treatment. I believe that the events that took place added to the emotional trauma that I was already experiencing. The behaviors of the various staff members that I encountered will be something that I will never forget. I was thirty-two years old at the time. I, two weeks prior to my encounter, found out that I was pregnant for the third time. I woke up early that morning and went about business as normal. It wasn’t until the early afternoon when I had begun to spot. Due to the fact that I had already experienced one, I got a gut-wrenching feeling that I was indeed having another miscarriage. I called my husband immediately and asked him to leave work as soon as he possibly could so that he could meet me at the emergency department(ED). I live approximately forty minutes away from the hospital in which I seek all medical care, but I remember this drive seemed to take a lot longer than that. When I arrived at the ED I checked in with the patient access representative, and to be honest, I cannot remember what her demeanor was like. There was no paperwork for me to fill out as I just had to show