Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Education Outreach and Student Training
After we conducted training, we received some. Jackie, a visiting nurse at the clinic did a session on scrubbing-in and surgical prep. Dr. Charles Powell (neonatologist) gave us a talk on neonatal resuscitation. "Airway-airway-airway... breathing-breathing-breathing." Very good talk, I learned a lot in spite of being a lawyer.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Milkman
Trip to Market
Those kids in the top of the shot followed us around the market, curious and excited, like we were some new zoo animal. Unlike the one girl who was terrified of my crazy white face. Poor thing..she cried!
Day 19 – Tuesday Hedgehog
Tried to get $ from ATM today but no luck. Some SparrowNET crap. Ugh. If I could find that sparrow with its net I would smack it silly. Went to a Maasai jewelry shop with Paula. So many beads!
In clinic today, some boys dropped off a request for an STD lecture for secondary school students. Priyanka and I will be working on that for Thursday. Yay!
Also, I ran into a hedgehog after dinner. It sniffed in my direction.
Something bit me...
Day 18 – Monday chores and horrible creatures in our bungalow. ACK!
Priyanka found a giant tarantula in one of our bathrooms, right on the shower drain. He totally stared down the camera. Yes, I squealed!!
Then, just as we were calming down from that experience, Sarah walks in and says, “what’s this on the floor?” The “this” was a giant millipede, about 6 inches long. At least! I know it looks small but compare it to the power strip!! I tried to pick it up with a cup and it wriiiithed. So I REALLY squealed. The night guard came up to our door/fence with the machete unsheathed and ready to rumble. I handed him the cup with the curled up millipede. His eyes showed no sympathy with my emotional condition and he nonchalantly flung the milllipede into the bush in front of my house. Frank, I want to move to
Day 17 – Sunday! Pool! Tunza!
JJ (a good friend who is also the son of one of the staff members at IHP) and I also had some fun hamming it up for the camera. JJ speaks fluent English and Swahili. He is 6. I feel dumb.
The Dala Dalas
A “Dala dala” is a bus that goes around Mwanza and its vicinity. It’s actually more like a glorified van. For just a few shillings you can go to most places in town, with only a few caveats such as terribe drivers, buses packed so full people have to disembark via window, and pickpockets. A major plus is the bus “personality.” My personal favorites are the “Dogg(y) Style” bus and the John Cena bus. John Cena is HUUUGE in Mwanza. I don’t know either...
Day 16: Temple Visit
A large group of new volunteers arrived from
Day 15: A jog and a scared patient
Was supposed to observe an incarcerated hernia surgery today but no dice. The woman did not show up, was too scared. The clinic does not collect patients’ phone numbers or addresses so we couldn’t call and see what was going on. One of the things I think will change by the end of this summer...