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Congratulations on your noble thoughts of volunteering at a hospital. You can help out in the following ways.Patient guide: You can assist patients by taking them around the hospital. Lot of patients get confused finding departments in the hospitals. You can guide them to the appropriate labs or doctors where they have been referred to.Health education: you can participate in educating people about good and bad health practises. Examples include smoking and alcohol cessation, personal hygiene, balanced diet.Sanitation: You can volunteer to clean the hospital premises.Social worker: You can assist elderly and illiterate patients in filling up forms. You can also help poor patients to get financial aid from government schemes and charitable organizations.Crowd controller: You can work in the OPD to ensure smooth and timely flow of patients.Play therapist: you can play with small children and interact with them and bring smiles on their faces.You can assist the doctor in collecting and analyzing data for any study or research they are doing.Interpreter: Patients who don't know the language commonly spoken in the hospital need assistance. If you are good in say Bengali or Hindi then you will be useful in many hospitals in Chennai.Donation coordinator: you can coordinate with various NGO and philanthropists for donating food and other essential items to poor patients.You can assist the hospital by reminding the patient about their followup appointments.You can volunteer to organize or participate in conducting blood donation and other health screening camps.If you are good with computers you can help with entry of patient details and sort out IT related problems.I have seen many selfless people dedicating their lives for the betterment of patients without expecting anything in return. I have also seen many people coming to volunteer because it looks good on their CV to get admission in a foreign University or get a job.

Hospitals attach those matching bracelets on mom and baby. However, I was still given the wrong baby!This was 2001 in a reputable hospital near Philadelphia. It was my second child so I knew the drill. A few hours after birth they took my son for tests and whatnot. I slept a little and woke to the nurse bringing him into my room. She told me he was doing well but was still spitting up a lot of mucus. Then she left. I thought, still? he hadn’t been mucusy when he left. He was wrapped completely in blankets with only his gorgeous little face visible. He started to whimper so I picked him up and thought I would try to nurse him a little. The whimper turned to a cough and then he began to choke on that mucus. I was alarmed. I turned him over, gently tapping on his back. Pressed the nurse button. A prickly feeling that something wasn’t right began to grow. As I patted the baby I quickly scanned the card on the bassinet. It said Andrew. I hadn’t named the baby yet, but Andrew had been a contender. I wondered if it was possible my husband had told them his name was Andrew without speaking to me? Decided it wasn’t likely. Andrew is still choking, I press the nurse button again. Then turn him slightly to see his ears. They were both perfect. My baby had had a strange fold in one ear. Now I know definitively that I am holding someone else’s baby, and this someone else’s baby is choking in my arms. All this takes places in seconds. As I’m about to go into the hallway on my rickety post-delivery legs to find help, the nurse rushes back in. She says she realized what she had done. She takes the baby. Resolves the choking (I don’t remember how). Apologizes. Apologizes again. I ask her if my baby is with Andrew’s mom? She says, no, no. But I can’t tell if she’s lying. She leaves and comes back a few moments later with my unnamed, ear-deformed, but otherwise perfectly healthy baby. I don’t tell anyone about the mix-up except my husband, but we don’t let baby leave my room without us after that. We decide not to name him Andrew.Baby Not-Andrew and his strange ear

I’ll give you three examples from my own life. Your mileage may vary.First story: A long time ago I was in Boston wearing a suit (probably for a job interview). I was just out of college or about to graduate. One of my friends was with me and noticed the Federal Reserve Bank within walking distance. So we went in and acted like we belonged there. We went up to a random floor and walked around. That was all we had the courage to do. But I suppose we could have found a conference room, sat down, and others could have joined us. Who knows what mayhem would have resulted? We will never know. Nobody even noticed us nevermind challenged us. I’m sure these days it’s different.Second story: I was attending a concert by a Christian band Newsboys on their “Love Liberty Disco” tour where the concerts were in an inflatable dome set up in a parking lot. (It was actually pretty cool.)Looking for the “entrance” to buy tickets we (about 5 or 6 of us) walked around and found ourselves in some lunch area. Then we noticed the band’s bass player eating fried chicken. Oops. We were back stage.Being adventurous, we didn’t leave but instead doubled down. We said little and kept walking until we were in front of the dome by the entrance (but inside the ticket gate). We saw a group forming and joined them. Turns out they were radio station contest winners; we followed them into the dome and saw the crew setting up.Realizing that we’d be found out staying with the contest winners, we broke off and milled around the stage area. Then we began to worry and headed outside. On the way we heard “hey you! What are you doing?” We were busted. But it was the stage manager and he was short a few roadies. He said instead of standing around he needed help. A couple of us (not me) went and helped set up the stage.When that was done we fessed up. The stage manager escorted us to the ticket gate and we paid (from the inside) for our general admission tickets. Then we were the first to get in officially. It pays to stay cool, quiet, and to help when asked.Third story: A friend of mine was deathly ill in the hospital and was recovering from a traumatic injury. After he finally got out of ICU (40 days there) and stabilized, I wanted to take him out of his room, outside to breath the fresh air, to visit the ICU nurses, and maybe to the cafeteria. He had some equipment to keep with him but it was portable and battery operated if I could find a wheelchair.The resident finally came by and, after I pleaded, told me the patient was good to take a little trip if I could get the wheelchair. It’s a hospital, right? You’d think they were just sitting around but not so.I had been at this hospital for months visiting every day and learned some things. Like where the supply room was and how to fill out a requisition. I filled one out, signed for myself, went down to supply and got a brand new collapsible wheelchair assigned to my friend. I looked like I knew what I was doing and the supply person never blinked or questioned me.The nurses were amazed and laughing when I brought it up. We kept that wheelchair until my friend left the hospital. Nobody questioned who ordered it. In case you are going to ask: No, I have no idea if they charged for it.Most people will assume you belong somewhere if you simply look like you know what you’re doing.

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It wasn’t me, it was DH.DH was active-duty military, which meant he went to the military hospital and saw military docs. He was a Drill Sergeant at Ft Sill, Oklahoma, gone all day, most evenings, often weekends; being On the Trail means never having to say “I’ll be home for supper”. For three years.Near the end of his middle year, he started getting sick. No fever, but nauseated, feeling like absolute crap, abdominal pains. The Family Medicine Clinic doc said “Gall bladder” and sent him off for a HIDA scan with CCK- a fancy way of watching the gallbladder work. Basically, you don’t eat, you go in and they put an IV port in you, then send you off to eat a nice, fatty meal- we chose burger and fries. Back at the scanning lab, they injected some chemicals and laid DH out under a huge metal pancake with a monitor attached. We watched as particles moved mostly this way, and some few that. Results were read by the Family doc- not gallstones, but, rather, his gallbladder didn’t work. He was sent up to the Surgery docs.But our surgeon, a Captain, didn’t believe the scan results- too unusual, he said. Can’t be it. By now, DH is vomiting daily, losing weight and turning an alarming shade of yellow. His bili count never went above three, but three is high enough- should be near enough zero to make no difference. The surgeon kicked him back downstairs, this time to Internal Medicine.Internal Medicine took a look, said “Gallbladder” and sent him to the surgeons. The Captain said, “Nope”, and sent him back downstairs. This went on for a year, with DH continuing to lose weight, feel like crap warmed over and vomiting all the time; every doctor that looked at him said gallbladder- except the surgeon. It was miserable.Then one doc gave him a script for a smooth muscle tissue relaxant, sublingual. I cannot remember the drug’s name, but I remember it worked like a charm. He could take one of those and feel almost normal for the rest of the day. Good stuff; DH was living on those things. The Captain got tired of seeing him, though, and so sent him to Brook- the Army Medical Center in San Antonio Texas. That lasted a month, and they scoped DH from stem to stern, including two more HIDA scans, a sinus scan, liver biopsy and a digestion timing study. DH is seven minutes slow digesting food. He was also still yellow, which fascinated the Brooks docs- they got daily bili counts. DH got sick of it all, signed himself out while being told his Commander would be informed (to which DH said, “Good- he called me yesterday to ask when I would be back online!”) and came home. The surgeon finally said, fine, he’d remove DH’s gallbladder.Day of surgery came, DH was scheduled mid-morning, but the way that hospital ran, he didn’t go in until nearly 3 in the afternoon. By the time he got to his room, it was suppertime, and the nurse asked the surgeon if she should get DH a tray. Surgeon said, “Yes, but he’ll probably vomit it back up.” I pulled out our handy-dandy prescription bottle of magical pills and said, “I brought these.” Surgeon replied, “Those won’t work anymore with his gallbladder gone!”Now wait a second. If the pills worked when you swore it wasn’t his gallbladder, why won’t they work just because you’ve taken his gallbladder? That makes no sense. Not to mention, it is because of you not believing actual laboratory tests- the surgeon once said to me, “I can send you down there and it would probably say your gallbladder was bad, too!”- that it has taken a year and a half to get his gallbladder removed, him being dog-sick nearly every damned day of it. You know what? Thank you for puncturing the holes in his abdomen and removing that little sack of tissue, but just go away now- your work here is more than done.And he’s had no trouble like that ever since.But, remind me to tell you about his brush with kidney cancer- THAT was another good one.

It's as simple as filling any school admission form but you need to be quite careful while filling for courses ,don't mind you are from which stream in class 12 choose all the courses you feel like choosing,there is no limitations in choosing course and yes you must fill all the courses related to your stream ,additionally there is no choice for filling of college names in the application form .

When you clear the entrance examination of a particular college, then you get a counselling letter mentioning the date and time for your counselling, how much Demand Draft(DD) is to be made for admission etc.In counselling they give you a form to fill in which they ask your details and which branch you want to take.Once done wait patiently for your turn ahead of a big screen which shows the current status of the number of seats available in different branches.When your turn comes you will be directed to the admission officials and they will take the form and the DD and ask your choice of branch. If the seats will be available then it's fine otherwise you have to choose a different branch.Choose your branch very wisely. I'am telling this from my experience. Once you take a branch your whole carrier, your whole life depends on it.Apart from IIT-JEE, fill out these forms also:1.VITEEE2.SRMEEE3.NIFTand make sure to get a rank less than 5000 to get Computer Science in these colleges.Cheers! and Best of Luck.

I was selected for a summer internship 2016.I tried to be very open while filling the preference form: I choose many products as my favorite products and I said I'm open about the team I want to join.I even was very open in the  location and start date to get host matching interviews (I negotiated the start date in the interview until both me and my host were happy.) You could ask your recruiter to review your form (there are very cool and could help you a lot since they have a bigger experience).Do a search on the potential team.Before the interviews,  try to find smart question that you are going to ask for the potential host (do a search on the team  to find nice and deep questions to impress your host). Prepare well your resume.You are very likely not going to get algorithm/data structure questions like in the first round. It's going to be just some friendly chat if you are lucky. If your potential team is working on something like machine learning, expect that  they are going to ask you questions about machine learning, courses related to machine learning you have and relevant experience (projects, internship). Of course you have to study that before the interview. Take as long time as you need if you feel rusty. It takes some time to get ready for the host matching (it's less than the technical interview)  but it's worth it of course.

Based on my UG days at JIPMER:First few days are a blur. Being in a new place, far away from home with new people is far more than frightening for an 18 year old.First few weeks fly. None of the subjects make much sense. Nobody cares about the other's existence. MBBS life is a do-it-yourself world.Ragging is banned. But some enthusiastic seniors still believe in taking impromptu interviews. If one is timid and shy (I was pretty much an introvert in my first year), it is a torture to go through it, even if it is just an interview.Even before one could grasp what college is all about, the first round of exams start.Failing is very easy in a medical college. It need not be an academic issue always. Sometimes, you might fail because you've done something unknowingly that did not go too well with the examiner.Attendance rules drive one crazy. In JIPMER, we had to attend morning lectures after overnight postings in final year, for the sake of attendance.Second year is far more interesting than first year. This is also the phase people start forming friends-groups and some start dating. The initial first year shock starts wearing off by third semester.Break-ups are common.Fifth semester is again a battle zone. It is 4 big subjects, out of which nobody ever opens forensic medicine till the end.Third year is the only breathable and the most memorable honeymoon phase of MBBS.PSM (Community Medicine) is a common joke among all. It only becomes important during internship when one realises the importance it holds in every competitive exam *sadly* !Final year is a survive-if-you-can period. Departments are ruthless. The failure rate is highest among all the four years. Sometimes even the best of people do not make it at one go.Clinics are the only fun part of final year.The stress during final year is epic. All I remember wishing for during that period was to get out of college at the earliest! I spent a great deal of time in my room crying and on days, even doubted my decision to take up this profession.The end of final year marks the beginning of another new phase of life, where one is plagued with newer worries. One realises that in another year's time, one would become jobless.Between the final year stress, and the stress that follows after that till one gets PG, I still haven't figured out which is worse.With time, people invent their own ways of enjoying life. If one is to think of academics all day, all year round, they would go mad.There are some people who claim to read all day and they probably do. But, I believe in having an engagement other than academics , to keep up one's sanity.Competition always exist in medical colleges and beyond. No matter how good one is, there is bound to be someone better. And everyone has their own timeline in this world that is not meant to be compared with another's!There's always that one person in the batch who will diagnose a buffalo as a hyperpigmented, hypertrophic cow and make the others doubt their preparation level.Frustration is common. Drugs are even more common. Alcohol and nicotine usage in the hostel is like candy and ice-cream cravings of a child.Jealousy is prevalent to a great degree. It seems unusual that it should exist among grown up students, well past their teenage years, but it does and for all the silly reasons in the world.Talking behind the back and 'chinese whispers' - where you relay information meant to be confidential to another person with added spice and that person relays it further,and so on happens on a daily basis.A lot of people try to show off, to make the other feel bad. Comparison with another in this profession is a trap and it brings only unhappiness.Many people end up taking psychiatry advice at some point, for some or the other reason ( I am still wondering why I've not required some psychiatry advise so far :D).Friends made during MBBS stay lifelong. And that is my favourite part during my entire college life - I've some of the most amazing friends whom I treasure dearly.In short, life in a medical college is not a smooth ride. But, that is the case with all the best things in life - nothing worth achieving ever comes easy. There's always pain . And there are always tears.

Refuse treatment and be told what effect this may have on your health. Refuse to take part in research. ... Participate in all decisions about your treatment and discharge from the hospital. The hospital must provide you with a written discharge plan and written description of how you can appeal your discharge.

Provide a more effective discharge process for patients and a supportive work environment for nurses. Innovation: Staff created a special staff position\u2014the unit-based discharge nurse\u2014who is responsible for providing support to clinical nurses, patients and other team members to expedite patient discharge.

Definition. Hospital admission involves staying at a hospital for at least one night or more.

When you leave a hospital after treatment, you go through a process called hospital discharge. A hospital will discharge you when you no longer need to receive inpatient care and can go home. ... This person helps coordinate the information and care you'll need after you leave.

Medical Definition of admission : the act or process of accepting someone into a hospital, clinic, or other treatment facility as an inpatient The patient was unconscious upon admission to the hospital.