...Obstetric Anecdotal Assignment G.D. Leilani Fuller N250: Obstetric and Pediatric Nursing Professor Gahan El Camino College May 14, 2013 Obstetric History G.D. In the midst of an empty Labor and Delivery floor on May 9, 2013, there was a lone laboring mother-to-be with the name of G.D. This individual was of Hispanic descent, Costa Rican to be exact, and was a twenty-five year old female with a religious background in Catholicism. G.D. was in room 10 and eagerly anticipated the vaginal birth of her first child, as were her husband’s parents’ for their first grandchild. She had been laboring since her admission at midnight on May 8, 2013. While G.D. is technically a gravida 2, she is only para 1 as she had an elective abortion in 2009. When the room was empty, all that G.D. had to say about this abortion was that the timing was not right in her life for a child then and now she is prepared to be a mother with her new husband at her side. While G.D. originally planned to labor in the most natural manner possible despite being induced, she quickly changed her mind and accepted the epidural. According to Talbot (2012), the labor pain G.D. was experiencing was based on several factors such as cultural, psychological and physiological. She tried to maintain a natural labor with no rush in delivery as is common with Central American countries like Costa Rica, however this fetus called for a more immediate delivery. She had plans to breastfeed once this baby...
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...if I ask she’ll answer.” So the tiger began to roar and roar loudly but no reply. He finished cleaning up the mess and went to bed hungry cause he used his remaining ingredients on that meal. Meanwhile, the girl, who was the watcher over a goat farm, started to burst out laughing at his brother, mother, and father as they were running up the hillside to check if there was a tiger, but there was none. “Hehehehe” the farm girl said snickering. “I can’t believe my family fell for that. The girl’s father told her to only sound the alarm and yell tiger if there is one spotted. “Your watcher over the goat farm because you have the loudest voice in the whole village,” the father says. The following day the tiger woke up with a loud growl in his stomach that it scared of some of the surrounding animals and birds around his home. “I am starving. What shall I eat today?” the tiger said. The tiger looked through his cupboards and throughout his home and then remembered that he had some leftover soup in his fridge. The tiger began to heat it up for is afternoon lunch. While eating his soup a loud...
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...Unknown Name ENGL 112 Basic Training It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn. As we all stumble off the bus the drill sergeants come out of the woodwork and start yelling and screaming for us to grab our duffel bags and line up! My mind is racing and it is complete chaos. I rush to grab my bag, pushing people with my elbow to make sure I am not the last one in line. With my duffel bag on my shoulder I rush to the line and stand up as straight as possible, my head held high. “Who are you?” asked one of the drill sergeants standing in front of me, inches from my face. “Wheeless, Sir,” I managed to yell back. The drill sergeant, angry now, yells back “I am no Sir, I work for a living! Start pushing and do not stop until I tell you to!” I dropped out of college to join the Army. After a year or so of college, I realized that...
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...Finally the blazing sun dusk over Russia peacefully and the forest was attack with thick gloomy fog. The endless thunder, screaming, shouting and bang fade away in to the distant. My body is exhausting with sheer terror, heart igniting with fire and mind block into the traumatising experience. The smell of thousands of dead burned bodies, slaughtered and starved to death seized onto my uniform. The rain began to spit down rough like missile bombs and the silence was far from safe. Each footsteps we take the bloody puddle splash softly over odd shoe's scattering across the floor, rotting flesh piled on top of one another. We discover a camp haunted with dead people. Although their were survivors, they were soulless behind the anxious eyes. They appear to be nothing more than cold, coloured marbles. Tormented by the camp where they experienced forced labour, torture and witnessed brutal murders. The prison contained a collection off damped, unstable wood and guard with a sky tower razor wired barrier. The zone was immortal. It was strained out of no where, far from towns and the oblivious society. The prisoners dragged their feet and crawled towards us begging for help like ghastly zombies. Their soul, muscle and blood was sucked out, leaving them with dehydrated visible body frame. The cry was mixed with joy and relief. The Russian soldiers had flee but it was strange to have left the prisoners alive unless they want them to brutally die slowly. The hostage breathed heavily hungry...
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...WE NEVER NOTICE THEM Dusk had fallen and we were surrounded. I stared out the window out onto the fields of corpses; they stared back up at me. They were swarming and pushing forward, pressing from all sides against the tiny cottage we were sheltering in. Our time for running had come to an end. A cry from downstairs snapped me out of my stupor. I rushed downwards, gripping my shotgun with sweaty palms. The noise down here was horrendous; the dead groaned and screamed and smashed endlessly against our barricades. They would not hold out much longer. Tania turned to me with a panicked look, “How does it look out there?” She asked desperately. She looked closely at my expression and turned back to the barricades, her answer didn’t need words. There was a loud crack as the one of the window barricades smashed and fell uselessly onto the floor. Through the hole a man’s face appeared and looked at us with a white glazed eye, his cheek was torn and hung loosely off his face. I dropped the shotgun and rushed to take a crowbar off the kitchen table. I reached the window just as the intruder attempted to climb through the gap and swung the crowbar at his head. There was a sickening crunch and his body sank to the floor. Behind me I heard other windows cracking open. They swarmed into the house. I hit another zombie as he tried to get through the gap and spun around to grab the shotgun. There was an incredibly loud bang as Tania’s gun went off, demolishing the face of a zombie...
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...Jackie looked out the window as the plane began its descent into Montréal-Mirabel International Airport with a gentle smile in her eyes. Laughingly she thought ‘On my tombstone they will write, “She kept her promises”.’ Soon she will be on the road and on her way to see her friend Brigitte at the surprise party her fourth, yes fourth, husband had organized for her 50th birthday. Many years before Jackie had pack backed her way across Canada after her fiancé had broken her heart. She was determined to escape her small country town and the even smaller minds living there. It was in Canada she met Brigitte. Brigitte was 19 years old then, had had twelve jobs in six months and almost as many boyfriends. Jackie was 23, had one job and one serious boyfriend her whole life. How different could two girls be? Yet they bonded. Jackie still remembered the promise they had made just before she left Canada to return home some 20 months after her journey had begun. They would meet again in Vieux Quebec for Brigitte’s 50th birthday. She already knew the first words she would say to Brigitte, a reminder of a time long ago when fear gripped them both for 10 whole minutes. They had kept in occasional touch over the intervening years, initially quite frequently but over time it had dwindled to sending Christmas and birthday cards. Brigitte has long forgotten the promise. Jackie recalled………. Arriving in Vancouver, jet lagged, alone, and still hurting. It just happened to be the one and...
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...The story starts off sometime in 2008. I was a business worker at Growl Financials back in the good ol’ days. I was great at what I did. I won employee of the month every time! The boss told me I was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to the business. I was living the life. I had everything I could ever ask for like good parents, great friends, a satisfactional home in the suburbs, a Toyota, and a good paying job. I was the happiest bear that ever lived until a new guy moved to town which rocked my world. The new guy who moved to town was named Grizzl E. Bear. Mr Grizzl used to work at Elite Finance, one of the most high paying and exclusive banks in California and I’ll admit he was great at what he did. The boss loved him and so did everyone that worked there. Unfortunately, they closed leaving everybody at the branch without a job. Mr Grizzl ended up coming to Growl Financials. When he came, he seemed a little serious about his job but I’ll admit he’s an all around good guy. I kinda liked him until he seemed a bit too much like me. During the first week he broke an all time record of stocks sold! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He was actually better than me!...
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...Blood X (Blood Cross) Team Alpha Prologue: Alex’s POV January 1, 2015; Midnight; Philippines “Happy New Year!” I scream as the clock strikes 12. I look up to the sky from my window and watch as fireworks light up the sky. “2015.” I whisper. “I feel like something unexpected is coming.” BOOOOOMMMM!!! The ground started shaking. “What was that?” I asked myself. I go out of my house and stand beside my family who were watching the fireworks from outside of the house. We hear gunshots and screams coming from the city hall. I look at my mom. She knew exactly what I was going to do. She nods. I run to the city hall. That’s where my dad works. He’s the mayor of this city. I finally see the city hall. “No…” I watch as the city hall burns and crashes down to the ground. I run back to my house. “I need to tell mom.” I say again and again like a broken tape recorder. I gasp as I see armed humanoid robots take my family to a military truck filled with other families. The robots were 6 feet high. They were green and had red glowing eyes. They looked like the robots from the movie Terminator. Just the thought of that scares me. I turn around and start running. It wasn't long until I bump into one of those robots, and it bring me to a truck similar to where they brought my family to. Suddenly, the truck stops. The truck slowly tilts to the right until it completely falls. “Now’s my chance to escape.” I say. The robots guarding us were still struggling to get up, so I take...
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... “The Mysterious Death of Natalie Wood” Even though the coroner ruled Wood’s death accidental at first, the investigation was reopened and ruled “undetermined,” causing speculation. Evidence leads researchers to believe that her death was not an accident, but proves that she was killed by her husband, Robert Wagner. This shows that Natalie Wood’s death a murder, Walken was incapable of killing Wood the night of her death, and Wood was indeed murdered by her husband Wagner. Evidence lets us clearly see that Wood’s death was not accidental, but a murder. The original ruling of Wood’s death was declared an accidental drowning, this information was shortly announced after her death on November 29, 1981. Although facts supporting this idea of an accidental drowning are close to none. From a very young age Natalie Wood had been terrified of water up until the night of her death. Some argue that in her state of drunkenness she willingly got into the water although she did not know how to swim. “there is speculation that she fell into the water while attempting to secure the dinghy. However the author believes this is unlikely due to the fact that Natalie Wood has a lifelong fear of water.” (the Biography.com) This lead to claims of suicide. Contradictory to this alcohol will only heighten a fear not minimize it, this being stated falsifies the claim of an accidental drowning or suicide. People who suffer from hydrophobia experience symptoms similar to victims of drowning when in...
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...Death should be easy and peaceful, because life is stormy and hard. I’ve never given much thought to how I would die. But dyeing for someone I love seems like a pretty good way to go. “The beauty is too weak of a word to describe how adorable you look” I penetrated her eyes with mine. “You didn’t just sweep me off my feet; you drowned me in the sea of your charm. And now I’m hopelessly in love with you.” She blushed as I sprinkled sweet words in her ears, hoping that the two legged ants wouldn’t steal her away. “Kevin” she said in a low and sweet tone, “mi truly love yuh, but Gregory won’t let us be. With yu, nuh measure of time can be long enough. But mi fear di worst. Let’s leave tung and go to anadda parish where nuh body can find us.” I knew Gregory still loved her though it’s not mutual. And I knew he was homicidal. But without a taught I looked in her dark browns eyes and said “We are leaving Wednesday”. “Yes, Wednesday” she said. Then her phone rang. It was Gregory and she decided to turn the phone off and end the interruption. By now, the sun has set and ready to leave our island. I decided to walk Verona to the playground which was close to her home. As we arrived she stopped and said “let’s just kiss and say good bye”. And that we did. As I turned and walk away, I must have looked back a thousand times until I no longer saw my heartbeat. Monday morning I woke up bright and early. I started thinking about her before I even taught about yarning. I rushed...
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...There was once a boy who always treated his mother horribly, shouting at her, insulting her. It didn't matter to him how sad he made her. One day, without knowing how, he woke up in an immense and lonely place. He was sitting on a rock from which four huge pillars rose up into the sky, appearing to support the entire world. He was all alone, but soon an enormous flock of crows with beaks made of steel landed on the rock, and set about violently chipping away at it. After the crows left, a mysterious door in one of the pillars opened, and through it came a charming and pretty girl. -"Have you come to help us? That's great! We need all the people we can get." The boy was puzzled, and spotting his confusion, the little girl explained. -"So you don't know where you are? This is the centre of the Earth. These pillars support the whole planet, and this rock keeps the pillars in place." -"And how can I help you?" said the boy, confused. -"Well, to help look after the rock, of course. Anyone can see by your face that you're the best person for the job," answered the girl, -"The birds you saw are only increasing in number, and if we don't look after this rock it will eventually crumble and everything will come crashing down.” -"And what do you see in my face?!" exclaimed the boy, surprised. -"I've never looked after a rock in my whole life!" -"But you'll learn how, even if you've never done it. Here, look in this mirror," said the girl, holding one in front...
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...A Devil’s Touch 0600 hrs 37 min and 56 sec PRESENT DAY The dust settled and all I could see were the people who were always there for me, the people who picked me back up whenever I was down. There was one thing missing from their faces: Life. Their broken bodies were scattered here and there but nonetheless they were not moving. A blood curling scream erupted from my mouth but no one else was there to listen to it except me. I had caused this; I had claimed the lives of all my friends. I knew that they were not going to come back or talk to me or go for a movie with me. I just knew that this was the end. But still even in my denial I could make out the voice in my head saying...”They brought this on themselves, don’t torture yourself for it”. I wanted to crawl into a hole and rot in there for all eternity, but no matter how far I ran I realized that what had happened could never ever be changed. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I could only see an ashen, terrified face covered tears. It all began like this…. 6 hrs 38 min and 3 sec BACK I was running shirtless with my hands flailing above me screaming Whoooo!! I had lost my mind (yes I was drunk) and had no clue what was going around me. All I knew that I was having fun and I didn’t care what would happen. I heard laughter around me but one laugh caught my attention and in a second I knew that this night was going to be a blast. “I have an amazing girl-friend, what could go wrong?!” I said. What I didn’t know that...
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...Hells Kitchen Application Describe the communication environment for each team below: The red team displays hostile environment with a lack of communications in different aspects. There is a lack of trust and it shows by members commanding them to do something. If a member does try to communicate they get put down or yelled at. It is a blame game on the red team and they all act as individuals rather than a team. If a team member makes a mistake, then the team goes into attack mode on that individual and takes over that job. Blue team has a much more positive environment. They trust one another to do the job at hand and make sure that they are keeping up on information by giving updates regularly. If a member throws out a time to do something, they either agree or suggest a new one and the team jumps on board. There are mistakes on blue team, but they put their best effort into helping that individual do better. Which team, would you argue is more cohesive at this point in the game? What are the indications of the group’s cohesiveness? Provide examples of confirming and disconfirming responses as one way to support your argument. The blue team is much more cohesive by this point in the game. You can tell they are cohesive just by the volume of their interactions. There is never yelling or shouting to another team member. They speak to one another as equals and don’t show signs of superiority. The confirming response I remember is when blue team was...
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...Water suppose to be something’ funny’ for 13 years old girl. You can play games, swim or even lie down on water when you get tired. If you are 13 years old and go somewhere near the coast at beautiful summer day, you want to wake up early in the morning to go to the beach. Mom yells at you to stay at inshore, but you do not listen her because you try to swim in deep water a million times. You know that water cannot do anything to you, it is your playmate. At noon on that beautiful summer day, I realized water is not my playmate anymore. The first time in my life I got that how warm the sun was between noon -1pm. Mom was cooking one of my favorite cookies and I could smell their crunchy, yummy smells. This desire was very powerful that kept me swimming between noon and 1pm. However, I forgot that everybody do not like cookies as much as I do and might try something ‘funny’ at the coast. But how water could be funny for 45 years old men who cannot swim? After I done with my lovely cookies, crunchy smell is disappeared and I got that salty smell and heard yelling comes from the sea. It was my 45 years old dad who cannot swim! There were 10 meter between house and the coast, but I run like 100 miles. One scene was repeating itself : my dad was plunging into water over and over again. “Save him!” my mom was shouting, but there were nobody else than me and my brother. “who, me?” I answered her in a worry. She was the one who told me stay away from deep water, now...
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...Philosopher G. E. Moore raises a question, “Is a existence a predicate?” as an objection to Anselm’s ontological argument. Moore asserts that God has to have every perfect feature since he is the perfect being. However, Anselm’s argument is false since existence is not a predicate. To prove this argument, Moore establishes an analogy and compares two sentences; tigers growl and tigers exist. Since the word growl is a predicate and makes sense in any usage of it such as all tigers growl, most tigers growl, and some tigers growl. However, when the word exist applies to the same examples such as all tigers exist, most tigers exist and some tigers exist do not make sense like the other predicate; therefore, the word exist is not even predicate. It leads to an argument of Moore that the existence is not a property, so the greatest conceivable being cannot be claim to be a perfection. Pascal approaches different ways with different view than Anselm’s to prove God’s existence. Pascal argues that if God exists, he is beyond human being’s comprehension that as human beings, we cannot possibly know that his existence without evidences. Pascal even argues that even just to try to prove his existence is a foolish effort. Also, Pascal suggests an analogy to prove whether if it is a rational or reasonable behavior for human beings to believe in God. Pascal presents four possible propositions and describes them as a type of wager; in cases of people believe in God, but he does not exist,...
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