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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Great Memories

One of my fondest childhood memory that sparked my interest in becoming a nurse and working in the medical field happened on a hot summer day. My older brother and I were playing at my aunt’s house in her back yard, when all of a sudden a dog came from no where growling and showing his teeth at us. We got so scared we started running and screaming and hollering for help. We had to cross a creek and hop over a small barb wire fence. While jumping the fence, my brother Jason caught his arm on the wire of the fence, ripping a huge gash out of his arm and slinging blood everywhere.


By this time a neighbor who had heard us screaming came and ran the dog off and called for help. My brother was screaming and crying in pain. I acted fast by having him take his shirt off and I wrapped it around the wound on his arm to stop the bleeding. My Aunt came out and helped us get back to the house and I helped clean his wound and dress it until we got to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, I noticed that they were looking to see what was wrong with him first; then once they figured out what was wrong with him, they treated him. I was very interested in watching the nurses assist the doctors with repairing and suturing his wound. Before he left the nurse gave him a tetanus shot and a round of antibiotics.

Ever since that day, I’ve wanted to be a nurse.

When I watch House it takes me back to that childhood memory of when I started down the path of becoming a nurse. What reminds me most is when I watch the show and House and his crew analyze symptoms and test theories on patients. I know that is what they were doing at the hospital with my brother when we got there. In my childhood memory, my brother’s symptom was a laceration of the arm; the diagnosis was “open wound, no broken bone,” and the treatment was suture the wound, administer antibiotics to prevent infection and give a tetanus shot. When watching House, I connect to the process. Every time I watch House, I’m reminded of my memory and I’m inspired even more to become a nurse.

My childhood memory is my first inspiration to become a nurse, but watching House gives me the drive to become a nurse even more. This is a positive memory. This memory helped me set my career goal and will be a great achievement one day.