T’was just an Instinct people! =P

Who knew that eventually I would be practicing my own little rounds at home tending to who needs help? In case you’re wondering, I’m not talking the usual patients of mine like my parents, or my brother or anyone in need of assistance. I’m talking about the small things in society that people tend to care little to none about and usually zap them in the summer. BUGS and INSECTS! Now I don’t really know how to sum it all up in as normal as possible but I will try for my readers. I’m back in New York and we all know it’s summer and the weather is beautiful, however sometimes it can get a little too hot. I have a fan that’s pretty much positioned into the top window of my kitchen. It’s very powerful and it reduces the temperature of almost all the surrounding rooms, which is totally neat.

Moving onto how it all began. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I heard something like a short rattle in the fan then felt a small tap on my back. I knew the sound from it being common in the summer when a fly or typical bug believes that they can direct themselves through the blades of a fan. However the touch wasn’t all that common. Telling myself that it must’ve been a fly, I washed the last glass in the sink and dried my hands. I expected to see the slain victim on the floor with its body sliced (as I have seen in the past). However there was nothing. When I went to the trash can to throw away the paper I wiped my hands in, that’s when I saw my patient.

Now my sense of insects was not on point as I think it should’ve been. I mean, I know a fly, from a bee, a bee from a dragon fly, and all from a butterfly. SOOO, the way the story goes, hopefully in the future I’d just laugh about it, and not feel shame. I will tell it from how I looked at the whole thing while jumping into action. So It was a worker bee.

The poor guy was on my counter. His wing looked crooked but he was still moving fine. I knew I didn’t want to touch him because in the past, I have been stung by a bee in more than one occasion. Plus if he did sting me, it would’ve been alright because I knew that he was just trying to defend himself being scared, but the downside is that he’d die. I didn’t want to act carelessly and try to save a patient that I’d be responsible for eventually killing in the process. I was also aware that I don’t know my strength upon his little body. What I’d think be considered a touch might in fact feel like a blow to his body. So I acted fast and prepared several items for him that will be convenient for the both of us. I left him on the counter because he wouldn’t find danger whilst there ( I.e my cat was asleep.)

I gathered tissue paper as well as a piece of paper towel, three tooth picks, a stapler, a scissor, and a square piece of ad paper. The materials may seem ineffective at first for something like a bee but trust that it really helped. It also told me how innovative I can be ;). Knowing that this was my trauma victim, I had to make a cot for him. Cutting the paper towel, stuffing it with tissue, and stapling the sides, I was sure that I made a cot comfortable enough for the bee. I went back to it laying on the counter whilst holding a toothpick and tried to nudge him onto the cot. When he got on, Surprisingly he stayed put but he seemed to be slowly leaning. I felt so sorry for him but knew I had to do something. I Started to observe him. Lml I knew if anyone watched me do this, it would seem like I was prodding him constantly for fun but really I just wanted him on his back so I can see the damage to his frontal parts. His legs had a strong grip on fibers of the paper tissue, so I spent a good time trying to turn him over. When he finally let go and turned on his back, I saw his abdomen had a split. It looked almost like a pocket. I also saw that he lost a leg. Now knowing I couldn’t possibly connect his leg again, I still tried looking for it. I just felt so sorry for the little guy.

WP_20130821_003Keep in mind I’ve watched Bee Movie about hundreds of times. At some point, I wished that the little guy actually spoke to me like in the movie, and told me what would make him better, or what his mom usually does for him whenever he gets a booboo (crazy huh)

So having my patient there and watching the wounds that he had, I figured he was in serious pain and I thought, why not just try some of the remedies I use for cuts. Instead of using something strong, I’d use something fairly natural. I looked in my pantry and took out Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Before closing the doors, I peeked the honey bottle in a corner and figured, on my worst days medicine alone wont make me better. If I had a snack that I loved or a drink, I’ll feel treated and get better faster. BEES LOVE HONEY, so why not grab the bottle; which I did. Using the toothpick, I swabbed some Olive oil out the bottle. It’s a known fact that the oil is rich enough to enhance healing. Since I couldn’t bandage the bee, I thought a drop of the oil would do the trick. Next, I  took a swab of honey on another toothpick and waved it over the bee just to see it’s reaction. He Looked like he wanted to follow the smell so I lightly placed the toothpick end to what I thought was the mouth of the bee. The mandibles moved excitedly to the taste of the honey and I just felt so satisfied that at least I was making the bee feel alright.

I decided not to hover over my little guy because I actually had things to do around the house. However I knew I’d check up on him a couple of times.

Given about 10 minutes, I went to check up on my patient. I saw that he wasn’t moving his legs as strong as before. To be honest, it seemed as though he was on his last. I didn’t know what to do. I moved his cot near my window, grabbed my book, took a seat and read till I knew that he was finally gone. I wanted to share this little story so I began taking pictures of everything. I already knew that I wasn’t going  to throw him away nor flush him. My first thought was to wrap him up and toss him outside my window (which doesn’t seem as graceful now that I type it out) but ideally, doing that would let me know that his body is resting outside where normally a bee spends it’s life. However, I did just decide to bury him in one of my house plants. I made sure I’d wait till the next day though. Just incase there was a chance he wasn’t completely dead. I didn’t want to suffer him.


Now if all the above seemed a bit moving, Lets see how You find it when I tell you the downfall of everything. So like I said, I had the pictures of everything for that day. When I showed my brother, he gave me this weird look that implied his thought of what I did being odd and stupid. However when he squinted his eyes at the picture, he did tell me that I didn’t care for what I thought I did and that I might’ve actually killed it. It turns out, I treated a wasp as if it were a bee. Some of you may have guessed that from looking at the pictures above. Hence back to my saying that I don’t think my insect or bug instincts were on the point they should’ve been. But I mean hey, it was yellow and black. Who could go wrong with thinking the little guy was a bee. I totally went online and like TOTALLY saw the difference.

Now, lets look at all I did thinking I was caring for a bee. I thought that Honey would make it better. I FED it honey. I don’t even know what Wasps eat. I figured I had to have killed the poor guy. I looked at the whole thing as if it would turn out to be like Bee Movie. IT DID NOT! Also, I was avoiding a stinger. WHAT STINGER!? What harm does a wasp cause anyway??? However, through it all, I did have fun and the great thing was, AT LEAST I TRIED!


Rest in Peace little guy (where the toothpick is). Sorry for the little misunderstanding. Much love though

Moral of my little story,

For you bugs and insects out there, stop flying through fans, you might be treated as something you’re not (‘specially if you happen to survive flight through my fan).

For us Humans or even YOU my reader, no matter the extent of a situation, if you find yourself doing something ‘weird’ but related to what your desires are, just go for it and do it. Obviously it’s one of those moments that lets you know why you’re on the path you desire to pursue or why you are fit to accomplish a goal in such a demanding field. Hell I went for it and look, I saved a wasp that I tried to care and treat for a day. Was it a success? No lml. However in the end, I did contemplate it all and felt pretty good.


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Hence the Love I Have <3

..And when you truly think about it, just look at all the doctors out there who put many people’s lives over their own. They make themselves dedicated to the fullest. How many of us upcoming doctors feel we have this characteristic in ourselves?


“Wherever the art of Medicine is loved, there is also a love of Humanity. ”

– Hippocrates

Q and A’s hmm..

There’s a reason why in school,majority of teachers look at students who ask questions than give answers. There is a reason why in society, questions are valued more than questions. There is a reason that when questions are given, you feel more enlightened than when you hear an answer. Sometimes when given an answer, you question what was told showing understanding, interpretation, as well as….well…enlightenment. And so forth it goes.

“You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.” – Naguib Mahfouz



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Everyone should know that there are ways you can check for someone’s vitals. There are ways you can see if a person is conscious so you could have an idea of what to do next. An objective for checking someones vitals is to establish treatment for that subject usually upon admission to a hospital or even for treatment.

People get frantic when they don’t realize that vital signs can be observed, monitored, or measured. Not everything requires computers as well as machines because when the two did not exist, how do you think doctors got about? Starting with …

The Pulse

When I placed my hand on the student’s wrist positioning my fingers under his thumb, I was checking for his Radial Pulse. Our Objective in doing so is to hold the artery in place between our fingers and the bone underneath it.

In my opinion and it’s obviousness, this is less invasive as well as typical for the case I was in. Now, if there is an absence of rhythm where our fingers are placed, generally it means that the subjects systolic blood pressure had fallen below 80 which could result to or be a result of aortic abnormalities, vascular compromise, atherosclerosis and compartment syndrome. If the student I was tending to had an injury in his arm, or any other patient of someone trying to check vitals, an accurate reading can still be detected through the radial pulse procedure.

Above are the other pulse points emergency respondents are aware of other than radial pulse.

Pulse counting is when we’d hold the pulse for about a minute then we’d calculate how many beats we’ve gotten in that minute. The normal pulse for healthy adults ranges from 60 to 100 beats per minute. the strength or weakness of the pulse indicates overall heart-health

Next Vital…


This is to check for any kind of fever or hypothermia. In my case, I was checking to see if my subject was dead or alive. However with this, a thermometer should be at hand. Body temperature can vary depending on the gender (females when during their menstrual cycle), recent activity, food and fluid consumption, and time of the day.

However, normal temperature can range from 97.8° F to  to 99° F.

Respiratory Rate

Normal Respiration would be 15-20 breaths per minutes. Respiration rates over 25 breaths per minute or under 12 breaths per minute (when at rest) may be considered abnormal  You pay very close attention to the amount of times the person’s chest rises. Respiration rates may increase with fever, illness, and with other medical conditions. When checking respiration, it is important to also note whether a person has any difficulty breathing.

Next Vital…

Blood Pressure

This is measured with a blood pressure cuff with my favorite, a stethoscope. As previous posts indicated, In doing so we are checking for systolic as well as diastolic pressure. With a monitor, a cuff is placed level with the heart and wrapped firmly but not tightly around the arm one inch above the elbow over the Brachial artery. The subject should be relaxed. When I check my parents Blood pressure, I make sure they sit down at the table and are well rested for about Three minutes, then I proceed to take their pressure.

High blood pressure in adults (Hypertension) is 140 mm Hg or greater systolic pressure and/or 90 mm Hg or greater diastolic pressure.

Pre-hypertension is 120 mm Hg – 139 mm Hg systolic pressure and/or 80 mm Hg – 89 mm Hg diastolic pressure

Normal Blood Pressure is Less than 120 mm Hg systolic pressure and less than 80 mm Hg diastolic pressure

Like I said with or without the equipment, some part of the vitals can be measured, observed, or monitored by an individual, not necessarily a Physician.


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Transitioning Moment to Future Lessons

I would never forget this day cause I felt as though I didn’t help enough yet, I acted on what came to mind and it happened to be just the right move. Also to this day, I feel it was assurance that I am definitely on the right path in life on becoming the doctor I’d like to be. It happened this year

It was the last period and I was getting ready to go to my locker, get my things, and leave school. I believe this day was a Friday because I remember the excitement from the chatter of everyone and my looking at the clock. I also remember us having light jackets so the month had to be march. Finally the bell rang and I literally flew out the classroom. I was on the third floor and knowing the usual rush of students would take the B staircase to leave the building, I decided to avoid them by taking the C staircase. It’s usually a long walk to the C staircase because of the lengthy hall. I remember seeing a book bag by the window towards the end of the hall and then closer to the corner, some sneakers

This might help the picture come together ( Google image)

Anyways. From the way the sneakers were positioned, I knew someone was lying on the floor. As I said, the usual rush of students take the B staircase. I was the only individual approaching the C staircase. The only individual on that side of the hall with the exception of that someone. Knowing how high school kids are, I didn’t think much of the scene as I got closer. Kids usually tend to be inconspicuous as they skip class, have that special someone they want to talk to or they just chill out. However, the bell had rung and that’s a cue of freedom to do whatever you were doing, but outside. As I approached the student, I realized that he had probably fainted. I never saw his face before in the school, so I figured he was a freshman. However, I remember just from him lying there I was already questioning if he could of just been anyone cause he seemed taller than me.

The first thing I did was call out to him just to make sure he’d tell me if he was hurt or just to see if he was even conscious. After getting no response, I knelt down beside him very slowly whilst looking up the hall praying someone of authority would turn the corner. I remember thinking that if he was by chance sleeping, I didn’t want to startle him. After getting both knees on the floor I stopped looking up the hall and started to watch  the area in which the boy was lying. I wanted to make sure there were no objects as well as fluids or blood. There wasn’t anything so I gently took his arm that  was tucked under his side. I still chuckle at the fact that I actually tried to see if the student’s body was cold because I don’t think I’d actually come across a case like that. However I never would have thought I would have a case as the one I had in school that day either.

With his arm in my hand, I gripped his wrist gently placing my fingers where his vessel would be while placing my head near his chest. I knew that I was checking either one I could find fast enough which was breathing along with a pulse. Both were there. At that point I called out to him multiple times along with tapping his arm to make sure that he’d just sit up for me. When He didn’t open his eyes, I tapped him one last time which I think was a little heavier due to my now panicking and ran to the closest classroom knocking to see if someone could help. Just then, I saw two students approaching him walking the same way I walked. They were sophomores, so I knew them. They were scared on the spot and seemed as though they’d turn around to leave him lying there. I ran to them telling them he needs help. Just then, the boy started to get up, I walked towards him seeing that he was very confused. I forgot how exactly I told him, but I remember it was very short. Either, ” I think you fainted,” or “You were lying here, you alright?”

He grabbed his bag, his jacket, then walked up the hall. Again I was the only one who was in the hall this time, with the exception of no one else. The two that I spoke to actually left, just like that. I remember thinking wow as I pushed the door to go to my locker and leave the building.

The reason Why I say I feel to this day that I didn’t do enough was because after that student got up, he should of known to some extent, how I was trying to help him. Not just get up confused to three students looking at him. Also, I just left him to walk to where ever he needed to go. I didn’t even push myself to take him or even tell him it’s best he go to the nurse to ensure that he can travel home before anything serious might happen to him on his way there. I know that some people on the spot respond to a scene as such by either running for help or even running in the opposite direction not knowing that they could help by doing something and it wont kill them to figure out what happened. I know that with what I did, I wont ever be that type of person. I’ve never told this to anyone. I guess in my head they wouldn’t understand what I really felt in that moment.

Though it has been a while, I do ask myself what if he was not breathing, and fairly cold, what would I have done then?

In any case, what was done was done and it all boils down to what many should know about vital signs and what to look for when trying to help someone. In the post following this one, diagrams will be provided as well as explanations.



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