Visit to the hospital

Today Joe and I were asked to visit a friend's neighbor in the hospital.  2 weeks ago he was caught in some crossfire between gangs and was shot in the back.  He now has a spinal cord injury and some other complications.   I think I have written on this before, but they often like us to go to the hospital to check in on people and make sure all that should be happening is happening.  The beauty of it is that medical charts are kept at the bedside.  No HIPPA forms involved,  I walk to the bedside and read through the whole medical chart and see what is going on. Sometimes it is a matter of explaining to the family the medical care.  Or sometimes suggesting something that seems to need to happen. In this guy's case, good care was being given.  The family called the MD in anyway, and I was able to hear the prognosis which he readily admitted he wasn't telling the family.  His injury is at T10 which means that he probably won't walk again.  This is very sad to think about considering where he lives.  Life as a paraplegic in an area of unpaved roads with wild traffic means you are quite restricted to your community mobility.  The family is extremely poor which is another reason they asked us to come by.   We were able to help with the bills and pray with the family that God would intervene.   

New photo album from medical clinics

look at my photo album to the right

Bijli Ati Jati hey

The topic of conversation around here these days is not about sports or weather, but the electricity.  In the last few days, the electricity comes and goes (the meaning of the title) constantly.  Sometimes it is 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off for hours.  I am learning to not keep things (like a computer) plugged in b/c the power surges can harm things even with a transformer.  I am learning to buy in smaller amounts b/c food is going bad in the refrigerator.  I am learning to sleep with sweat dripping down.  

To be honest, I don't know how to explain the bureaucratic problems that is causing this.  But I do know that the newspaper said this morning that on top of this, they are now going to raise the price of electricity.  There could be some very angry people . . . 

Birthday Post

 I tried to switch the time back to U.S. time so I could actually post this entry on my birthday.  But no such success.  I have already had a full night's sleep and the day has moved on to the 10th here.  

My birthday was a low key day here.  We heard the medical team missed a flight which gave us 16 or so extra hours to prepare for their coming. In the afternoon we met up with our friends Dave and Jenny at the local Naval Park (with so much money going to the military they really keep up their parks:)  ).  Of all things, Jenny has the same birthday.  The menu included a bucket of Kentucky Fried (hey, options are limited here), homemade salsa (my choice potluck item this month) and a really nice cake from a bakery (Dave's find).

I came home and had a quick chat with my family back in MO.  I gave my twin brother a call, but he didn't pick up.  I had heard he was out playing African drums for his (our) birthday.  Probably couldn't hear the ringer over the beats.

A few thoughts on hospitality

I think that I have mentioned a few times about the hospitality here.  This part of the world is known for its welcoming of guests.  Imagine walking down the street (a bit more true in villages than in big cities) and being urged by locals to come inside their home for a cup of tea and biscuits (i.e. cookies for us from the U.S.).  For extraverts, its a lot of fun;  we are always meeting new people and getting to be with people in their homes.  

Our problem is knowing what to do with those awkward final moments when we are ready to leave.  Although they invited us in, how long do they want us to stay?  How do we say that we need to move on without offending?  We all struggle with this wherever we are, but with hospitality being such a HUGE value here, the pressure not to offend someone by leaving too early or too late seems all the more stressful.  Somehow you have to send signals that they have successfully been a great host.  We try our best, but anticipate future understanding that will show us we should have done some things differently.

I struggle with one piece of the hospitality.  To show you that they are offering you a clean cup, they will set a cup in front of you dripping with water.  Thats not a big deal unless you are aware of results of testing done on that water.  Acceptable drinking water has less than 500  of some measurement of microbes.  In this area testing has shown the levels over 30,000.  We are trying to work on that problem.  Anyway, just one droplet in your system doesn't sit well for a few days.  I just experienced that this week.  We try to discreetly wipe the cups, but it isn't always possible. Most times you say a short prayer before you take a sip.

Medical Team coming

This week we jumped right back in.  In 3 days a medical team comes to do 7 medical clinics in a slum area of our city.  This is our 2nd time around doing this as a medical team came last September.  We have high hopes that the 2nd time around will go much smoother.  We already have the medications set up at our first location and have discussed the flow of the clinic.  The biggest anticipated stress is thinking about crowd control.  When something free is being offered in desperate days as these, people can get quite pushy.  Our goal is to serve as many people as possible, but also give our medical professionals the space and peace to do a quality job.  

I am excited

• to see people from home
• to use my newly acquired language
• to meet new local ladies (with hope that I will see some again)
• to survey the people in anticipation of future, long term medical work
• to gather more anthropological insights for medical care.

Back Home

We arrived back today after 3 months away at language school.  It feels great to be home!   We both have been able to try out our new language skills in the neighborhood.  Its encouraging to see progress after so much hard work.  Will post more soon . . . busy re-settling in.