I wrote this for my global health nursing class. A typical day in my life...
It is so great to be back in Santa Lucia. I am staying with the same host
family that I did last summer, and they are so excited to have me! My day begins
at 7am (which is like 9 am for me, so very nice to sleep late) when my mama says
"va comer" and I reluctantly come to the table. I only eat with my 4 year old
brother because the girls are already at school and the dad is at work. I eat
panqueques, plantains, or eggs with salsa before I brush my teeth with my water
bottle and head outside. The family has to buy bottled water for me, but they
all use a concrete sink sort of like a well. At 7:30 I head out to meet Kelsey
at the bus stop, which is half a mile up hill on a highway. The bus supposedly
leaves at 755 but guatemalans are always slow, so we've never missed it. We hop
on the bus (which is a revamped, out of commission, american school bus) and pay
2 quetzales with is about a quarter. We may share seats with 2 or 3 other
people, and many times people are standing. We arrive atthe hospital and give
greetings and kisses to the nurses. At first we worked in the HIV childrens
section- where the nurses are basically mothers. There are 40 kids and the
nurses do everything from changing diapers to helping with homework to giving
advise on boy problems. The kids seem absolutely normal, and receive meds only
once a day. There are no skilled nursing tasks involved. We help bathe and dress
the babies, and end up playing a lot throughout the day. My favorite part is
observing the physical therapist, who is WAY nicer than the nurses, as she
worked with my best little friend Rosalie. Rosalie is overweight so she has to
do a lot of exercise. She is 4 and not speaking yet, so I am very worried about
her development. This was the most interdisciplinary thing that has happened.
The doctors never come, the psychologists are not involved, and no other health
care workers visit. The nurses run the house. The physical therpists are on a
mandatory rotation for their schooling but you can tell the nurses do not love
the help. They are very resistant to the scheduling interruptions that PT takes
and you can see the therapists frustration. For example the nurses fed all the
babies before the PT came, and so the babies spit up during PT. There is a lot
of miscommunication. The nurses are resistant to us as well- most of them
ignoring us or even talking about us in front of us. (We know more spanish than
they think :) Anyway, so we are hopefully changing locations next week to a
local health department. Today was a little better because I got to work in the
adult section, where they have progressed to SIDA or AIDS. They were very weak,
sickly and malnourished. It was a terrible place. I am not surprised that the
nurse said they were very depressed. White walls, dirty sheets, no music or
stimulation. One lady was watching a muted TV, and then I asked her if she could
read the subtitles and she said she did not know how to read. How bored she must
be!!! We helped with bathing and PT as well.
We leave the hospital at noon, return to the bus stop and go into town. The
town is small enough that we are the only gringas, and big enough that we can
eat lunch and use inetrnet there. We usually hang out at the school fr
volunteers, or go into Antigua for the afternoons. We just catch up and process
and journal a lot. At 5 or 6, I go home and have cafe y pan (bread and coffee)
with my family. The are so kind, and speak slowly, and include me in
conversations. Then at 8 we have a small dinner and we go to bed by 9. The sleep
is great. If I want to take a shower I can take one in a bucket or during the
few hours that there is city water each day. My room is just a bed, chair and
dresser. I am homesick, but my little travel cell phone has helped.
The best part so far has been how rapidly my spanish has improved. So
ecstatic!!!!
I cannot wait until you get back and we can talk about PT!
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