patchell5107
Sep 29, 2009
Undergraduate / 'Emergency rooms; I was attacked' - UCF topic number 1 [11]
Emergency rooms are full of emotion. Sometimes the happy family of a newborn baby. Sometimes the loss of a family member or friend. But in one particular patient I saw something different. A teenage girl who sat in a bed accompanied by her sister and father, showed no emotion at all. She sat upright in her bed, staring straight forward, expressionless. I asked a few of the other RN's what had happened and their reply was simple, "school fight". They didn't seem uneasy about the girl's situation as I did. I approached the blonde girl with a puffy lip, and a bruised eye, and asked her what happened. She stared blankly for a moment then opened her mouth; no words came out...tears welled in her eyes. The girl's father spoke to me in private. The girl had been blacked out, choked, and beaten in the school bathroom. I cleaned up her cuts and iced her bruises; she barely flinched. I knew something else was wrong, I just didn't know what. Attack victims often have security issues and feel the need to always be around someone after their attack. They feel scared when they are alone, and feel nervously paranoid. I pulled the girl aside. I could see the sadness within her eyes and we just sat in silence...then she spoke. She said "it hurts" and put her hand on her chest. I asked the girl if she had been hit there and she replied "no, my heart hurts." The tears began to well up again. The only thing I could do was hold her. I just wanted to make her feel safe again. Tears ran down her face as she hysterically told me her best friend and boyfriend of two years cheated on her. She said the worst part wasn't that he cheated but was that the girl who had done this to her was his new girlfriend. She waited and waited for him to come down the hallway to come see if she was okay, but he never showed. He never even called. The girl who had found herself so happy at the beach a few days earlier with a guy that she trusted with her life and heart now felt so depressed, betrayed, and alone. I, Amber Patchell, was physically assaulted. April 2009 nine was the hardest month of my life. I felt like life wasn't worth living anymore. I felt that if maybe I took my own life, maybe then he'd miss me. My amazing family stuck right by me every step of the way. And for that, I thank them for making my life worth living again. Today September 25, 2009 I am a stronger person and have the strength and determination to make it through anything. I did not let this "bump in the road" end my life, instead it allowed me to live my life with the knowledge that I am as strong as I allow myself to be.
Emergency rooms are full of emotion. Sometimes the happy family of a newborn baby. Sometimes the loss of a family member or friend. But in one particular patient I saw something different. A teenage girl who sat in a bed accompanied by her sister and father, showed no emotion at all. She sat upright in her bed, staring straight forward, expressionless. I asked a few of the other RN's what had happened and their reply was simple, "school fight". They didn't seem uneasy about the girl's situation as I did. I approached the blonde girl with a puffy lip, and a bruised eye, and asked her what happened. She stared blankly for a moment then opened her mouth; no words came out...tears welled in her eyes. The girl's father spoke to me in private. The girl had been blacked out, choked, and beaten in the school bathroom. I cleaned up her cuts and iced her bruises; she barely flinched. I knew something else was wrong, I just didn't know what. Attack victims often have security issues and feel the need to always be around someone after their attack. They feel scared when they are alone, and feel nervously paranoid. I pulled the girl aside. I could see the sadness within her eyes and we just sat in silence...then she spoke. She said "it hurts" and put her hand on her chest. I asked the girl if she had been hit there and she replied "no, my heart hurts." The tears began to well up again. The only thing I could do was hold her. I just wanted to make her feel safe again. Tears ran down her face as she hysterically told me her best friend and boyfriend of two years cheated on her. She said the worst part wasn't that he cheated but was that the girl who had done this to her was his new girlfriend. She waited and waited for him to come down the hallway to come see if she was okay, but he never showed. He never even called. The girl who had found herself so happy at the beach a few days earlier with a guy that she trusted with her life and heart now felt so depressed, betrayed, and alone. I, Amber Patchell, was physically assaulted. April 2009 nine was the hardest month of my life. I felt like life wasn't worth living anymore. I felt that if maybe I took my own life, maybe then he'd miss me. My amazing family stuck right by me every step of the way. And for that, I thank them for making my life worth living again. Today September 25, 2009 I am a stronger person and have the strength and determination to make it through anything. I did not let this "bump in the road" end my life, instead it allowed me to live my life with the knowledge that I am as strong as I allow myself to be.