Well well well... I'm stuffed! Since our little school is comprised of all American students, we talked Warren, the Director of MercyLink, into letting us have today off to cook a big Thanksgiving dinner! Deborah and Ray (Deborah is the woman in my class who is a missionary here with her husband) opened their house to us to cook all day, so that we did! It could not ever compare to the meal my mom and grandma will be preparing a few hours from now, but it was pretty good.
Dr. Pravine (our current teacher who I introduced a few entries ago) cooked up some Biriyani and Curry, and we had all the usual Thanksgiving spread as well. We had people representing America, New Zeland, Holland, Denmark, India, and, of course, the Philippines! So, it was a regular American get together.
I'd just like to say that I'm so thankful for each of you faithful friends and family and all that you bring to my life. I wouldn't be who I am without you, so THANK YOU!
With that, I'll leave you guys with the video of Mike and I killing the giant spider in our kitchen. I was able to upload it today.
Also! I uploaded A BUNCH of pictures to my Flickr from my time in the hospital, as well as our vacation in Puerta Gallera, and some other fun pictures. So enjoy!
(Hey Mom and Dad, how much do I sound like Weston when I shout "NO!" at about 35 seconds in? Hahaha!)
Marleigh Loves! And is SO SO Thankful for all of YOU!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
In the past week...
I worked 4 shifts in a crazy hospital in third world conditions
I delivered a baby and assisted in a few others
I assisted in suturing a woman back up
I witnessed things you never would in any medical clinic or hospital in the US
I held hands with some very scared women in a lot of pain
I cleaned up quite a few newborns
I administered medications and vitamins to lots of poor, sick Filipinos
I ran my own doctor's table at our outreach
I went 4 days on 7 hours of sleep
I slept 16 hours in one go last night.
It's mid-way through my medical mission school in the Philippines and I have learned and seen a lot. We have a 4 day weekend now and I'm going to the beach.
If the computer I'm on wasn't taking so long I'd upload a picture of myself with the baby I delivered, but you guys will just have to wait til next time. Sorry!
Marleigh loves!
I delivered a baby and assisted in a few others
I assisted in suturing a woman back up
I witnessed things you never would in any medical clinic or hospital in the US
I held hands with some very scared women in a lot of pain
I cleaned up quite a few newborns
I administered medications and vitamins to lots of poor, sick Filipinos
I ran my own doctor's table at our outreach
I went 4 days on 7 hours of sleep
I slept 16 hours in one go last night.
It's mid-way through my medical mission school in the Philippines and I have learned and seen a lot. We have a 4 day weekend now and I'm going to the beach.
If the computer I'm on wasn't taking so long I'd upload a picture of myself with the baby I delivered, but you guys will just have to wait til next time. Sorry!
Marleigh loves!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck are definitey singing "Santa Clause is coming to town" over a techno beat right now...
...in the internet cafe. I'm laughing because it's just so quintessentially "Christmas in America on crack."
The internet cafe where I regularly write to you all from has only just begun playing Christmas music. This is actually quite late in the season for Yuletide Cheer for the Phillipines. They generally start celebrating around SEPTEMBER. And you thought Christmas was crammed down your throat. ; )
Aaaaaanyways, Christmas is little more than a month away, and home is a little less. Today marks the half-way mark of my time here, and I definitely feel that it has been time well spent.
Monday we got a new teacher, who will be with us through the rest of the program. He is a Doctor who grew up and lived in India until 2004 when he moved to New Zeland where he now resides, teaching and practicing. He went to schools in Germany and France through a program the EU started, so he has a lot of knowledge on medical programs in all sorts of countries. Also, he's only 33. Makes you feel really accomplished, right? haha. He's a very nice guy and really has an idea of the complete difference in practicing medicine in first and third world situations, which I really appreciate.
So our class has been getting to know him as he's been getting to know us in our delirious states, as we're all exhausted from working crazy shifts at the crazy hospital.
I actually had monday off, so after class, Jen and Emily left for the hospital while Mike went to sleep in preparation for his overnight shift, and I hung around the house and read for a while and then went out to our front porch to watch the sun set behind the mountain that we see from our place. It was the only day I've been able to see the actual top of the mountain, since it's always covered in clouds. So I watched the sun go down, and then decided to sit and stay for the arrival of the stars. I must have sat on the porch for a good 2 or 3 hours just watching as one by one all the stars took their places. There wasn't a cloud in the sky all night, so it was really quite breath taking. I just love to look at a sky full of stars, espacially since it's quite rare for me; coming from southern california and all of its hustle and bustle.
Anyways, after that I went inside and ate dinner while watching Monster's Inc., which I love. When that was done, I looked over to find a little frog hopping alongside the wall. So I scooped him up and found a little jar and named him Ferdinand, and he now hangs out on the dresser in my room.
After that, I found a gigantic Cane spider on the celing of the kitchen, so when Mike woke up we went in and killed it. I have a really great video of our battle (complete with machete!), so I'll have to get a good chunk of time and a really good connection so that I can upload it and you can all laugh at our screaming. But seriously, the spider was probably a little smaller than my hand. I'm not exagerating.
So that was my day off.
Yesterday was my first shift at the hospital. Everyone came back with pretty good stories of smooth deliveries, so I thought that it wouldn't be as bad as I had expected last week. So after class, Emily and I put on our scrubs and headed to the hospital. We just walked in and down to the Maternity ward and into the Labor room. No one even questioned our being there, which I thought was just so backwards from how it is in America.
Now, there are two different labor and delivery areas. There's one for "regular" women, and there's one across the hall for women with infectious diseases... or so they claim. Upon further discussion, most of us students just feel that it's for the Mungyan women, as those are the only women that are put in there. I don't think they screen them really, they just tell us that they have Hepatits and then point and call them "Minority". We've slowly become very aware of the actual racism between the Tagolog and Manyang people. The Mungyan have their own ward in the hospital, and the nurses in the maternity ward, although they're snippy with all the women, are particularly snippy with the Mungyan women.
Another strange cultural difference here is that the women giving birth are expected to do it 1. Quietly and 2. By themselves. That is, without thier husbands or boyfriends or anyone but the midwife and nurses in the room. Well, them and possibly any other woman who may be giving birth at the time, as there is only 1 delivery room with 4 beds in it.
So, no one familiar in the room, and, oh yes, I mentioned that they are expected to be quiet throughout the experience. (yeah. you read it right.)
The nurses will tell the women to be silent and will even close the womens' mouths if they cry out. They'll even tut their tungs and the women as if to say "for shame" if they cry. IT. IS. NUTS.
So yesterday Emily and I get to the hospital and go in to find a women giving birth in the "infected" labor room. We go in and the nurses are all chattering and one of them is showing a catalogue of clothing and pillows that she's selling to all the other nurses. There's little nurses up on stools around the woman pushing on her stomach as if to push out the baby (WHICH YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO!!!), and every now and then one will pull out her phone to text someone. The baby finally comes out with the chord wrapped around it's neck and I thought it was dead. Thankfully, it was not. He was fine, and I was thankful that the first birth I'd ever witnessed was not... well... a failure. Although, it was pretty mind-boggling.
I don't have the time to explain my entire time there, as I really have to get back to the house and sleep, but I'll just say that if you're a parent whose child was born in the United States, you should be very very thankful. Because the conditions here I could go on about for quite some time.
All in all yesterday, I witnessed 2 births and 2 deaths, I suppose you could say. There were quite a few women there who had miscarried and needed to be... cleaned out? I guess that's the nicest way of putting it. It was very sad, to say the least. One of the fetuses, which was 4 months old when it died, was simply put in an old, plastic medicine bottle and then one of the nurses took it into the labor room where there were 3 other women who were preparing for the same operation. Goodness. It was a heavy day, and I'm not sure if I've shared too much with you all, but if anything, I hope it makes you thankful for where we live.
Anyway, I'm running short on time, but I wanted to update since I probably wont have many opportunities to write til next week.
I'm working the 11pm-7am shift tonight, get home at 7.30am tomorrow, leave for out medical outreach at 8am, go do that til mid-afternoon, go home and sleep, and then work another 11-7 shift.
Good thing I'll be able to sleep in the car on the way to the little tourist beach village where we'l be spending our "Holiday Weekend" for our mid-school break. I'm not sure if we'll have internet access there, but if we do I'll be sure to let you know how my marathon medical experience went (If I get through it in one piece!)
Sorry for the lack of pictures this time, I've been backed up in my uploading since the connection's been slow, but I did manage to get up a few new pictures.
Alright, that's all, I'm going to get some sleep.
Marleigh loves!
The internet cafe where I regularly write to you all from has only just begun playing Christmas music. This is actually quite late in the season for Yuletide Cheer for the Phillipines. They generally start celebrating around SEPTEMBER. And you thought Christmas was crammed down your throat. ; )
Aaaaaanyways, Christmas is little more than a month away, and home is a little less. Today marks the half-way mark of my time here, and I definitely feel that it has been time well spent.
Monday we got a new teacher, who will be with us through the rest of the program. He is a Doctor who grew up and lived in India until 2004 when he moved to New Zeland where he now resides, teaching and practicing. He went to schools in Germany and France through a program the EU started, so he has a lot of knowledge on medical programs in all sorts of countries. Also, he's only 33. Makes you feel really accomplished, right? haha. He's a very nice guy and really has an idea of the complete difference in practicing medicine in first and third world situations, which I really appreciate.
So our class has been getting to know him as he's been getting to know us in our delirious states, as we're all exhausted from working crazy shifts at the crazy hospital.
I actually had monday off, so after class, Jen and Emily left for the hospital while Mike went to sleep in preparation for his overnight shift, and I hung around the house and read for a while and then went out to our front porch to watch the sun set behind the mountain that we see from our place. It was the only day I've been able to see the actual top of the mountain, since it's always covered in clouds. So I watched the sun go down, and then decided to sit and stay for the arrival of the stars. I must have sat on the porch for a good 2 or 3 hours just watching as one by one all the stars took their places. There wasn't a cloud in the sky all night, so it was really quite breath taking. I just love to look at a sky full of stars, espacially since it's quite rare for me; coming from southern california and all of its hustle and bustle.
Anyways, after that I went inside and ate dinner while watching Monster's Inc., which I love. When that was done, I looked over to find a little frog hopping alongside the wall. So I scooped him up and found a little jar and named him Ferdinand, and he now hangs out on the dresser in my room.
After that, I found a gigantic Cane spider on the celing of the kitchen, so when Mike woke up we went in and killed it. I have a really great video of our battle (complete with machete!), so I'll have to get a good chunk of time and a really good connection so that I can upload it and you can all laugh at our screaming. But seriously, the spider was probably a little smaller than my hand. I'm not exagerating.
So that was my day off.
Yesterday was my first shift at the hospital. Everyone came back with pretty good stories of smooth deliveries, so I thought that it wouldn't be as bad as I had expected last week. So after class, Emily and I put on our scrubs and headed to the hospital. We just walked in and down to the Maternity ward and into the Labor room. No one even questioned our being there, which I thought was just so backwards from how it is in America.
Now, there are two different labor and delivery areas. There's one for "regular" women, and there's one across the hall for women with infectious diseases... or so they claim. Upon further discussion, most of us students just feel that it's for the Mungyan women, as those are the only women that are put in there. I don't think they screen them really, they just tell us that they have Hepatits and then point and call them "Minority". We've slowly become very aware of the actual racism between the Tagolog and Manyang people. The Mungyan have their own ward in the hospital, and the nurses in the maternity ward, although they're snippy with all the women, are particularly snippy with the Mungyan women.
Another strange cultural difference here is that the women giving birth are expected to do it 1. Quietly and 2. By themselves. That is, without thier husbands or boyfriends or anyone but the midwife and nurses in the room. Well, them and possibly any other woman who may be giving birth at the time, as there is only 1 delivery room with 4 beds in it.
So, no one familiar in the room, and, oh yes, I mentioned that they are expected to be quiet throughout the experience. (yeah. you read it right.)
The nurses will tell the women to be silent and will even close the womens' mouths if they cry out. They'll even tut their tungs and the women as if to say "for shame" if they cry. IT. IS. NUTS.
So yesterday Emily and I get to the hospital and go in to find a women giving birth in the "infected" labor room. We go in and the nurses are all chattering and one of them is showing a catalogue of clothing and pillows that she's selling to all the other nurses. There's little nurses up on stools around the woman pushing on her stomach as if to push out the baby (WHICH YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO!!!), and every now and then one will pull out her phone to text someone. The baby finally comes out with the chord wrapped around it's neck and I thought it was dead. Thankfully, it was not. He was fine, and I was thankful that the first birth I'd ever witnessed was not... well... a failure. Although, it was pretty mind-boggling.
I don't have the time to explain my entire time there, as I really have to get back to the house and sleep, but I'll just say that if you're a parent whose child was born in the United States, you should be very very thankful. Because the conditions here I could go on about for quite some time.
All in all yesterday, I witnessed 2 births and 2 deaths, I suppose you could say. There were quite a few women there who had miscarried and needed to be... cleaned out? I guess that's the nicest way of putting it. It was very sad, to say the least. One of the fetuses, which was 4 months old when it died, was simply put in an old, plastic medicine bottle and then one of the nurses took it into the labor room where there were 3 other women who were preparing for the same operation. Goodness. It was a heavy day, and I'm not sure if I've shared too much with you all, but if anything, I hope it makes you thankful for where we live.
Anyway, I'm running short on time, but I wanted to update since I probably wont have many opportunities to write til next week.
I'm working the 11pm-7am shift tonight, get home at 7.30am tomorrow, leave for out medical outreach at 8am, go do that til mid-afternoon, go home and sleep, and then work another 11-7 shift.
Good thing I'll be able to sleep in the car on the way to the little tourist beach village where we'l be spending our "Holiday Weekend" for our mid-school break. I'm not sure if we'll have internet access there, but if we do I'll be sure to let you know how my marathon medical experience went (If I get through it in one piece!)
Sorry for the lack of pictures this time, I've been backed up in my uploading since the connection's been slow, but I did manage to get up a few new pictures.
Alright, that's all, I'm going to get some sleep.
Marleigh loves!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
There is no word for "War" in the Mangyan language.
Well well well. I hope you enjoyed my little poem there. Of course, I miss many people (and Gracie dogs) much more than salsa, but the poem came to me the other night (Wrote the whole thing in my head! ; ) ) and I thought I'd share it with you faithful folks.
Well what have I been doin? Gosh, the weeks are just goin by faster and faster and I can't seem to keep up. But I think where I left I was talking of how we're going to the hospital next week and all. Well, we did our Ob/GYN classes with a lovely little doctor lady named Dr. Lotus. She was good, and probably the best spoken of our teachers so far.
Anyway, on Thursday after class, we went to the Provincial Hospital where we'll be working next week. Man, oh, man. If you're prayin people, please do pray for strength and steadiness of mind, spirit, and body for me next week. I uploaded the pictures I took from our visit onto my flickr, so you can get a feel for my much needed strength in the week to come. The hospital is in a very old, musty building. There are beds in the hallways and crammed into the few rooms, and the labor and delivery room looks more like where they do autopsies. It's going to be... interesting. I guess it will be a good first hospital experience if I do ever work in a remote foreign hospital again. The hours are also going to be a little different that what I was told originally. We will work two at a time during either and afternoon shift from 3pm-11pm, or an overnight shift from 11pm-7am. I'm going to try and grin and bear for at least 1 overnighter, so, again, Strength! Cause I will still have to be awake for our classes the next day (8am-2pm for next week.)
On a lighter note, we had our second medical outreach this past Friday. It went very well. We didn't have as many patients as the first time, but that gave us time to really learn and help out in diagnosing. I was able to hear asthma and stridor with my stethiscope on 2 children, and emphysema on an older gentleman. I hung out with Dr. Ryan for the most part, whose been our teacher for about the past 2 weeks. He's very funny and talkative and really wants us to learn.
He has a big heart for people, too, so it was nice to talk with him. Here's a picture of myself, my team mate (and room mate), Emily, and Dr. Ryan when we had a little downtime.
He went back to Manila on Friday night, so we had a little dinner that night at Deborah's house (She's the woman on my team who is also a missionary here with her husbad.) There was spaghetti, chips, salsa, cheese, pancit, and salad! Man alive, I've never been happier to see chopped lettuce, cucumber and tomato. I have not eaten a fresh, non-cooked vegetable since I left, and I had certainly noticed. Also, despite the tortilla chips being quite a bit on the stale side, I've never been happier to eat chips and salsa. The cheese and chips they had to get from Manila, since they don't sell those items here in Calapan, and the salsa was freshly made (minus cilantro, but you gotta be thankful for whatcha got.) I learned recently that Mindoro is one of the most "remote" of the popluated islands in the Philippines, so basically we're living in the boonies. At least it's pretty.
Speaking of Calapan City, last night was it's 58th anniversary, so there was a big 'ol party downtown. Emily, Jen and I left after lunch to do some shopping at a little outside craft market that was going on in the parking lot of the post office. There wasn't too much there, so we walked into town and stopped into little shops along the way. I got my first official "nurse's watch", as I like to call it. It's huge, cheap, colorful, and has a second had, and is therefore a nurse's watch. I just remember all the nurses at the doctor's office I went to growing up having the silliest watches. So anyway, I now have something to accurately take pusle and respiratory rates with.
We hung around town all afternoon while people set up for the festivities, and after a while in the internet cafe, we went out and walked thru the closed off street. Emily and I found a Schwarma vendor, which we happily took part in. Meat, tomato, and cucumber doused with a tahini sauce and hot sauce and wrapped in a warm, soft, pita-type bread. Mmmmm, mmm! I was in heaven.
We then walked to the stage area and stood around waiting for the show to start. There was a gated off area around the stage with tables and chairs, which were very appealing to us since we'd been walking around all day. We figured it was expensive to get in, so we just stood around some more, but at last I figured we might as well at least ask how much it was. So, we went over and asked and it turned out with was 50pesos a person (us$1.02), PLUS you got a free beer.
Beer + chair '/. $1 = AWESOME
So we each chose our local beer (all of which pretty much tasted like Budweiser or Bud light, or whatever your crappy beer of choice may be.) Emily and I chose San Miguel, which boasted on the side of the can that it is "the only beer that nourishes the Filipino friendship." So we got our beers and went and got a table to enjoy the show. Enjoy it we did. There was a fireworks display to the city's anthem, a flame-juggler/dancer dude, and not 1, but 2 terrible bands, which the announcer kept referring to as "Our Local Talent!!!" The first band actually wasn't too bad. They ended their set with "You give love a bad name" and "Sweet Child of Mine" and a good, good laugh was had all around. The second band... well, they were pretty bad. So bad that we left after their terrible version of "Santaria" by Sublime. A song, which, if you haven't heard, you shouldn't go to the trouble. But I will say, 'Thanks a lot, Long Beach." (That's where they hail from.)
I have video of both, and if I can ever upload things faster than the snail's pace things have been uploading, hopefully some of you can get a good laugh.
Today I went to the small church that Deborah and her husband, Ray attend here in Calapan. The pastor gave a sermon using the passage where Jesus says "It is easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than it is for the rich man to enter the Kingdom of God." A passage which you'd never hear in any church in Orange County. It was refreshing.
Afterwards our whole group went to a restaurant on the beach with a beautiful view of some little islands. It was a beautiful setting, and very relaxing. I took it all in since I know the next week won't be relaxing in the least.
I'll try a new way to end it today. I started The Brothers Karamazov last week, and in a certain passage, The old Father Zossima said something to a woman that reminded me of one of my favorite quotes, which has been sitting with me all week, perhaps in preparation for my mind and heart for the week ahead. It is from Dorothy Day, a very interesting and inspiring woman, indeed; she became known for her social justice campaigns in defense of the poor, forsaken, hungry and homeless, and founded the Catholic Worker Movement. I've since found that she was quite fond of The Bro's K. Anyways, the quote goes,
"Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only answer."
Be well, friends.
Well what have I been doin? Gosh, the weeks are just goin by faster and faster and I can't seem to keep up. But I think where I left I was talking of how we're going to the hospital next week and all. Well, we did our Ob/GYN classes with a lovely little doctor lady named Dr. Lotus. She was good, and probably the best spoken of our teachers so far.
Anyway, on Thursday after class, we went to the Provincial Hospital where we'll be working next week. Man, oh, man. If you're prayin people, please do pray for strength and steadiness of mind, spirit, and body for me next week. I uploaded the pictures I took from our visit onto my flickr, so you can get a feel for my much needed strength in the week to come. The hospital is in a very old, musty building. There are beds in the hallways and crammed into the few rooms, and the labor and delivery room looks more like where they do autopsies. It's going to be... interesting. I guess it will be a good first hospital experience if I do ever work in a remote foreign hospital again. The hours are also going to be a little different that what I was told originally. We will work two at a time during either and afternoon shift from 3pm-11pm, or an overnight shift from 11pm-7am. I'm going to try and grin and bear for at least 1 overnighter, so, again, Strength! Cause I will still have to be awake for our classes the next day (8am-2pm for next week.)
On a lighter note, we had our second medical outreach this past Friday. It went very well. We didn't have as many patients as the first time, but that gave us time to really learn and help out in diagnosing. I was able to hear asthma and stridor with my stethiscope on 2 children, and emphysema on an older gentleman. I hung out with Dr. Ryan for the most part, whose been our teacher for about the past 2 weeks. He's very funny and talkative and really wants us to learn.
He has a big heart for people, too, so it was nice to talk with him. Here's a picture of myself, my team mate (and room mate), Emily, and Dr. Ryan when we had a little downtime.He went back to Manila on Friday night, so we had a little dinner that night at Deborah's house (She's the woman on my team who is also a missionary here with her husbad.) There was spaghetti, chips, salsa, cheese, pancit, and salad! Man alive, I've never been happier to see chopped lettuce, cucumber and tomato. I have not eaten a fresh, non-cooked vegetable since I left, and I had certainly noticed. Also, despite the tortilla chips being quite a bit on the stale side, I've never been happier to eat chips and salsa. The cheese and chips they had to get from Manila, since they don't sell those items here in Calapan, and the salsa was freshly made (minus cilantro, but you gotta be thankful for whatcha got.) I learned recently that Mindoro is one of the most "remote" of the popluated islands in the Philippines, so basically we're living in the boonies. At least it's pretty.
Speaking of Calapan City, last night was it's 58th anniversary, so there was a big 'ol party downtown. Emily, Jen and I left after lunch to do some shopping at a little outside craft market that was going on in the parking lot of the post office. There wasn't too much there, so we walked into town and stopped into little shops along the way. I got my first official "nurse's watch", as I like to call it. It's huge, cheap, colorful, and has a second had, and is therefore a nurse's watch. I just remember all the nurses at the doctor's office I went to growing up having the silliest watches. So anyway, I now have something to accurately take pusle and respiratory rates with.
We hung around town all afternoon while people set up for the festivities, and after a while in the internet cafe, we went out and walked thru the closed off street. Emily and I found a Schwarma vendor, which we happily took part in. Meat, tomato, and cucumber doused with a tahini sauce and hot sauce and wrapped in a warm, soft, pita-type bread. Mmmmm, mmm! I was in heaven.
We then walked to the stage area and stood around waiting for the show to start. There was a gated off area around the stage with tables and chairs, which were very appealing to us since we'd been walking around all day. We figured it was expensive to get in, so we just stood around some more, but at last I figured we might as well at least ask how much it was. So, we went over and asked and it turned out with was 50pesos a person (us$1.02), PLUS you got a free beer.
Beer + chair '/. $1 = AWESOME
So we each chose our local beer (all of which pretty much tasted like Budweiser or Bud light, or whatever your crappy beer of choice may be.) Emily and I chose San Miguel, which boasted on the side of the can that it is "the only beer that nourishes the Filipino friendship." So we got our beers and went and got a table to enjoy the show. Enjoy it we did. There was a fireworks display to the city's anthem, a flame-juggler/dancer dude, and not 1, but 2 terrible bands, which the announcer kept referring to as "Our Local Talent!!!" The first band actually wasn't too bad. They ended their set with "You give love a bad name" and "Sweet Child of Mine" and a good, good laugh was had all around. The second band... well, they were pretty bad. So bad that we left after their terrible version of "Santaria" by Sublime. A song, which, if you haven't heard, you shouldn't go to the trouble. But I will say, 'Thanks a lot, Long Beach." (That's where they hail from.)
I have video of both, and if I can ever upload things faster than the snail's pace things have been uploading, hopefully some of you can get a good laugh.
Today I went to the small church that Deborah and her husband, Ray attend here in Calapan. The pastor gave a sermon using the passage where Jesus says "It is easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than it is for the rich man to enter the Kingdom of God." A passage which you'd never hear in any church in Orange County. It was refreshing.
Afterwards our whole group went to a restaurant on the beach with a beautiful view of some little islands. It was a beautiful setting, and very relaxing. I took it all in since I know the next week won't be relaxing in the least.
I'll try a new way to end it today. I started The Brothers Karamazov last week, and in a certain passage, The old Father Zossima said something to a woman that reminded me of one of my favorite quotes, which has been sitting with me all week, perhaps in preparation for my mind and heart for the week ahead. It is from Dorothy Day, a very interesting and inspiring woman, indeed; she became known for her social justice campaigns in defense of the poor, forsaken, hungry and homeless, and founded the Catholic Worker Movement. I've since found that she was quite fond of The Bro's K. Anyways, the quote goes,
"Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only answer."
Be well, friends.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A busy lil week!
Well well well! Where to start? Last I'd written we'd just done vitals and all that. Well, last week we started to go in depth with different respiratory diseases and viruses, and as well we had a dentist come go over dentistry with us, which was very interesting. We went on our first outreach on Friday in a little town about an hour away from where we're staying. I'm not sure what it was called, but it was right at the base of the mountain that splits Mindoro (the island I'm on) in to two halfs, called Oriental Mindoro and Occipital Mindoro. I'm on the Oriental side. Anyways, there are no roads that go up this mountain, and I was told that people have died in the colder season trying to climb it, although to me it doesn't seem too much higher that Saddleback. Actually, come to think of it, it seems quite a lot smaller. Also, apparently some sort of small army plane (German? American?) crashed into it many years ago, and the remains have never been recovered because the mountain isn't mapped at all.
BUT... there are many people who live on and around the mountain. They are native people who, when the Spanish came, retreated up the mountain so that they wouldn't be colonnised. They did the same thing again when the Americans came. This people group is called the Mangyans (pronounced Mung-yung), and they consist of many tribes. They may or may not be on other islands, I'm not quite sure. Anyways, these people used to believe that if they cleaned themselves they'd be more suceptible to some sort of demon thing, so they never bathed or washed anything. I guess now most tribes don't think that, as missionaries have gone into the tribes to live amongst them and teach them the benefits of a little soap and water every now and then. Many of them still don't ever wash though, and they are somewhat of a jealous people, becasue apparently when a man goes to tend his rice field, both him and his wife aren't allowed to bathe for the time they are apart, for if they do it's considered a sort of flirting, as in getting all "prettied up" when your spouse is outta town. Still, it's common for them to not bathe with or without their spouse there, so you can tell them apart very easily from the "Tagolog" people (as is the term for regular Filipinos), because they often have a smell about them, and as well their clothes are very dirty from washing them in dirty water, if at all.
So that's a little bit on the Mangyans. I'm coming to find out more and more about them as my time here carries on because a lot of people in MercyLink and those that help on our Outreaches have a big heart for them, since they live in poverty and aren't very educated.
Anyways, at our outreach on Friday, we got to meet and help diagnose some Mungyan people, as well as people from the little village we set up in. There were a lot of children there, as you can see in my picture. Most of my pictures are on my Flickr, you can find the link a few posts down. Flickr has been giving me some greif as of late and being really slow to upload my pictures, but I'm trying to get as many as I can on. You can also view some that I uploaded separately on my Myspace here: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=509117&albumId=3163721 Although, I believe you need a Myspace account to access others' pictures.
So we went and set up our little makeshift clinic at an elementary school of a rainy friday. There were different stations in which the students rotated. There were 2 doctors tables, where we sat with them as they assesed patients, and we were able to go through each diagnosis with them and learn what they would prescribe from the little "Pharmacy" that we'd set up (you can see a picture of Angel maning it on my Flickr). We switched between those two stations, as well as the dental station. Denatl hygene isn't too big in the rural areas of the Philippines, so what the dental station mainly consisted of was pulling teeth. Which I enjoyed very much, haha! There was anesthetic that the dentist would inject, and then they'd just yank away until the thing would come out. Some of the teeth popped right out (especially if they were heavily decayed), but some took a good half hour of yankin and pulling and trying different tools. So, it was a very good learning experience. Hopefully, I'll be able to pull some myslef next time.
So we were at the clinic for about 6 hours and in that time were able to see around 120 people. Most people we were able to take care of there, such as the kids with Mumps, or people with repiratory viruses or chronic back pain, but some were reffered to the actual hospital for things such as strange bumps coming out of their necks.
Speaking of the Hospital, this week we've learned about neurology, meningitis, malaria, and measles, and tomorrow we're having a gynocologist come to teach us OB GYN stuff, AND THEN on thursday we get to go visit the local hospital and get shown around AND THEN, next week we get to actually work there! We'll have shifts from 6pm to midnight and get to (hopefully) assist in birth and delivery, as well as being able to watch surgeries and work in the Pediatric ward. CRAZY! I'm really excited for it. So we'll have class til 4 and then go work from 6-12, and then have class the next morning again at 8! Good thing next weekend is our "Mid-Course Break", for which we have Friday thru Monday off. We're planning on going to a little resort area about an hour south of here called Puerto Gallera, so that should be fun.
This past saturday we had a fun day off. The four of us students (Myslef, Jen, Emily, and Michael) went to the beach for the day. It was very beautiful and very relaxing and I got very sunburnt! Haha, not too bad, but my shoulders are definitely still a bit pink. After that, we went into town and went to a pizza chain that's popular here called "Greenwich Pizza". And, let me tell you, after having spent a week in Greenwich Village this summer, this pizza is about the furthest thing from it! But it was nice to have a bit of cheese after not having any for 2 weeks, even if the pizza it was on kinda tasted microwaved. Oh well. I'll leave you with pictures from the beach, my little pizza, and one of the only source of real cheese I have yet to find here, and with that I'll be off! I hope you're all keeping well and enjoying the bit of Fall you get out there in California! I'm sure enjoying all the thunderstorms we get here.
Marleigh loves!
BUT... there are many people who live on and around the mountain. They are native people who, when the Spanish came, retreated up the mountain so that they wouldn't be colonnised. They did the same thing again when the Americans came. This people group is called the Mangyans (pronounced Mung-yung), and they consist of many tribes. They may or may not be on other islands, I'm not quite sure. Anyways, these people used to believe that if they cleaned themselves they'd be more suceptible to some sort of demon thing, so they never bathed or washed anything. I guess now most tribes don't think that, as missionaries have gone into the tribes to live amongst them and teach them the benefits of a little soap and water every now and then. Many of them still don't ever wash though, and they are somewhat of a jealous people, becasue apparently when a man goes to tend his rice field, both him and his wife aren't allowed to bathe for the time they are apart, for if they do it's considered a sort of flirting, as in getting all "prettied up" when your spouse is outta town. Still, it's common for them to not bathe with or without their spouse there, so you can tell them apart very easily from the "Tagolog" people (as is the term for regular Filipinos), because they often have a smell about them, and as well their clothes are very dirty from washing them in dirty water, if at all.
So that's a little bit on the Mangyans. I'm coming to find out more and more about them as my time here carries on because a lot of people in MercyLink and those that help on our Outreaches have a big heart for them, since they live in poverty and aren't very educated.
Anyways, at our outreach on Friday, we got to meet and help diagnose some Mungyan people, as well as people from the little village we set up in. There were a lot of children there, as you can see in my picture. Most of my pictures are on my Flickr, you can find the link a few posts down. Flickr has been giving me some greif as of late and being really slow to upload my pictures, but I'm trying to get as many as I can on. You can also view some that I uploaded separately on my Myspace here: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=509117&albumId=3163721 Although, I believe you need a Myspace account to access others' pictures.
So we went and set up our little makeshift clinic at an elementary school of a rainy friday. There were different stations in which the students rotated. There were 2 doctors tables, where we sat with them as they assesed patients, and we were able to go through each diagnosis with them and learn what they would prescribe from the little "Pharmacy" that we'd set up (you can see a picture of Angel maning it on my Flickr). We switched between those two stations, as well as the dental station. Denatl hygene isn't too big in the rural areas of the Philippines, so what the dental station mainly consisted of was pulling teeth. Which I enjoyed very much, haha! There was anesthetic that the dentist would inject, and then they'd just yank away until the thing would come out. Some of the teeth popped right out (especially if they were heavily decayed), but some took a good half hour of yankin and pulling and trying different tools. So, it was a very good learning experience. Hopefully, I'll be able to pull some myslef next time.
So we were at the clinic for about 6 hours and in that time were able to see around 120 people. Most people we were able to take care of there, such as the kids with Mumps, or people with repiratory viruses or chronic back pain, but some were reffered to the actual hospital for things such as strange bumps coming out of their necks.
Speaking of the Hospital, this week we've learned about neurology, meningitis, malaria, and measles, and tomorrow we're having a gynocologist come to teach us OB GYN stuff, AND THEN on thursday we get to go visit the local hospital and get shown around AND THEN, next week we get to actually work there! We'll have shifts from 6pm to midnight and get to (hopefully) assist in birth and delivery, as well as being able to watch surgeries and work in the Pediatric ward. CRAZY! I'm really excited for it. So we'll have class til 4 and then go work from 6-12, and then have class the next morning again at 8! Good thing next weekend is our "Mid-Course Break", for which we have Friday thru Monday off. We're planning on going to a little resort area about an hour south of here called Puerto Gallera, so that should be fun.
This past saturday we had a fun day off. The four of us students (Myslef, Jen, Emily, and Michael) went to the beach for the day. It was very beautiful and very relaxing and I got very sunburnt! Haha, not too bad, but my shoulders are definitely still a bit pink. After that, we went into town and went to a pizza chain that's popular here called "Greenwich Pizza". And, let me tell you, after having spent a week in Greenwich Village this summer, this pizza is about the furthest thing from it! But it was nice to have a bit of cheese after not having any for 2 weeks, even if the pizza it was on kinda tasted microwaved. Oh well. I'll leave you with pictures from the beach, my little pizza, and one of the only source of real cheese I have yet to find here, and with that I'll be off! I hope you're all keeping well and enjoying the bit of Fall you get out there in California! I'm sure enjoying all the thunderstorms we get here.
Marleigh loves!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Goodness me!
I have a few things to address in this post.
First off, I changed the settings on my blog so that anyone may comment and you don't have to have an account to do so, so say hi! Hopefully this will also help with accessing it, because apparently I have a few family members who weren't able to read it. I'm not sure what that's about, but hopefully all is now well in that department.
Secondly, I want to update everyone on what I've been doing! This past friday our group learned how to take vital signs, ie. Pulse, Breathing Rate, and Blood pressure. At the end of our lesson we went out on the street and practiced with actual people from around where we're staying. It was pretty weird at first, since in America you'd need to fill out 10 different waivers before you could even touch a person, but we just walked along the road and when we came to little shops or houses we just went in and asked if anyone wanted us to take their blood pressure! Many people were very thankful, so that was nice and made it a lot less weird, haha.
Here are some pictures of our little outing. The first is of myself and a girl named Mira who let me try my skills out on her arm. I also took the blood
pressure of her mother and her neighbor.
This next one is again of me with an 85 year old woman who was just a little spitfire! She knew English very well and said she loved to play the piano and read daily. She was pretty fun, and I was very grateful to her for being the first "elderly" person to let me take their blood pressure.
The next two are of my team mates, Emily and Jennifer, taking the blood pressure of some 
other local Filipinos. We had some good fun, and I learned a lot, considering I'd never taken the blood pressure of anyone before, let alone people I'd never met whose language I don't speak. It was definitely a good "out of classroom" experience. haha.
On Saturday, we helped clean all the paint off of the floor of the new base, where we're now staying. Then we moved in, and have since been living in a very nice, small house. It's pretty cozy, except there's no air conditioning, and at night we have to close the windows because of the mosquitoes and other bugs, so it can get pretty warm. But it's fun. It builds character, right, Erik? ; )
On Monday, we learned how to make some herbal skin medications. We used leaves from an Alcupolco tree, and in the other one we used branches from some tree that we scraped the bark off of and used the under bark for the ointment that we made. Both ointments are used for the skin to heal scabies, rashes, and other skin diseases, so we're going to take all that we made to our outreach on Friday for the native people to use.
Other than that, we've just been learning about more and more diseases and I'm more and more amazed and thankful for the health of my friends and family! So I hope that you all continue to be safe and well while I'm out here.
Lastly, I'd just like to thank everyone who made it possible for me to return home a Proud American!!! Woooo Hooo!!! Hahaha. Go Obama! I'm just bummed I can't be around people who are happy about it, but the day will soon come. Alright, I don't have much more time on this computer, so with that I'm off!
Marleigh Loves!!!
First off, I changed the settings on my blog so that anyone may comment and you don't have to have an account to do so, so say hi! Hopefully this will also help with accessing it, because apparently I have a few family members who weren't able to read it. I'm not sure what that's about, but hopefully all is now well in that department.
Secondly, I want to update everyone on what I've been doing! This past friday our group learned how to take vital signs, ie. Pulse, Breathing Rate, and Blood pressure. At the end of our lesson we went out on the street and practiced with actual people from around where we're staying. It was pretty weird at first, since in America you'd need to fill out 10 different waivers before you could even touch a person, but we just walked along the road and when we came to little shops or houses we just went in and asked if anyone wanted us to take their blood pressure! Many people were very thankful, so that was nice and made it a lot less weird, haha.
Here are some pictures of our little outing. The first is of myself and a girl named Mira who let me try my skills out on her arm. I also took the blood
pressure of her mother and her neighbor.This next one is again of me with an 85 year old woman who was just a little spitfire! She knew English very well and said she loved to play the piano and read daily. She was pretty fun, and I was very grateful to her for being the first "elderly" person to let me take their blood pressure.
The next two are of my team mates, Emily and Jennifer, taking the blood pressure of some other local Filipinos. We had some good fun, and I learned a lot, considering I'd never taken the blood pressure of anyone before, let alone people I'd never met whose language I don't speak. It was definitely a good "out of classroom" experience. haha.On Saturday, we helped clean all the paint off of the floor of the new base, where we're now staying. Then we moved in, and have since been living in a very nice, small house. It's pretty cozy, except there's no air conditioning, and at night we have to close the windows because of the mosquitoes and other bugs, so it can get pretty warm. But it's fun. It builds character, right, Erik? ; )
On Monday, we learned how to make some herbal skin medications. We used leaves from an Alcupolco tree, and in the other one we used branches from some tree that we scraped the bark off of and used the under bark for the ointment that we made. Both ointments are used for the skin to heal scabies, rashes, and other skin diseases, so we're going to take all that we made to our outreach on Friday for the native people to use.
Other than that, we've just been learning about more and more diseases and I'm more and more amazed and thankful for the health of my friends and family! So I hope that you all continue to be safe and well while I'm out here.
Lastly, I'd just like to thank everyone who made it possible for me to return home a Proud American!!! Woooo Hooo!!! Hahaha. Go Obama! I'm just bummed I can't be around people who are happy about it, but the day will soon come. Alright, I don't have much more time on this computer, so with that I'm off!
Marleigh Loves!!!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I must confess...
*Heads up, this gets political*
I'm a little sad today.
Not because I miss everyone (which I do), or because I missed halloween (They actually celebrate "All Saints Day" aka "Dia de los Muertos" here in the Philippines, and I'm thinking of going to a cemetery tonight to check it out,) or even that I'm completely missing out on this season of The Office.
No, no. My heart is heavy in the fact that when the American people nominate Barack Obama to be the next president of the United States in 3 days (according to the current polls), I will have no one with whom to revel in the victory with. I think I can hear my mother shed a tear as she reads this.
Maybe it's not so much that as it is that when I overheard a conversation between Angel, one of our leaders at MercyLink, who is also a Filipino woman, and Emily, one of the girls on my team, about who Emily had voted for, she said McCain. I would have been fine if the conversation had stopped there. Whatever, white republican christians will be white republican christians. No, what upset me more is when Angel mentioned Sarah Palin, and Emily said, "YES! That's why I voted for him, I really like her."
I know everyone is reading this to see how I'm doing out here, and I'm sorry to bring politics into this, but, man... my heart sank. I simply cannot stand the woman.
Anyways, I pretended not to hear the conversation, but today when we were cleaning up the new facility, Rupert, another one of our leaders who is from New Zealand and is actually Angel's husband, asked who we thought was going to win the election. Emily and Jennifer, my other female team-mate, who hales from Texas, both reluctantly said "Obama", but that they both wanted McCain. I was silent, since I was cleaning at the other end of the room and wanted just to listen to their stances. Rupert agreed with them, not saying that he thought McCain's policies would be better for America, or that he would make a better leader, but that "Obama, y'know, it just sounds like Osama. That's kina scary, innit?"
People, I'm all for the political process. I believe that if the majority of Americans want things one way, so be it. If you disagree with a candidate's policies or ideals, great, you have that entitlement. But to succumb to the fear and ignorance that comes from such a statement as that is just completely asinine to me.
Llama sounds like Osama, does that make Llamas evil terrorists?
Gosh, I'm sorry to get into all this, but I believe as Christians we are to speak in and respond to Love, NOT fear. Christ did not come and die so that we may fear Him, but He did so because He loves us, and so that we could know that love and, in turn, love Him. I feel that the McCain campaign, as well as many evangelical Christian leaders coming out of middle America right now are to be ashamed for the way they are invoking fear. It is a desperate attempt to control peoples' minds and is downright shameful, and it is definitely NOT a step forward out of the last 8 years we've seen of fear-mongering in our country.
I believe that Jim Wallis addressed it better than I when, in the recent newsletter from Sojourners, he stated:
"When religious leaders sound so desperate and seek to stoke fear and hate, they have lost their theological perspective by putting too much of their hope in having political power. It is that loss of power and control which seems to be motivating the current campaign of desperation and fear now being waged by so many conservatives. Instead, scripture points to a better way:
With that, my hope is that America will vote this Tuesday out of hope for change and the pursuit of what is right, instead of out of fear.
Thanks for bearing with me. And for goodness sake, go vote!
In love,
Marleigh
P.S. In some good news, I met our new teacher for next week, who will be teaching us herbal medication. Some of us went out to where we're having our medical outreach next week, and on the way back him and I had a chat and asked who I was voting for. When I told him Obama, he smiled and said "GOOD! I think he is a good man, he is good for America." So, at least I'll have him next week to smile with!
I'm a little sad today.
Not because I miss everyone (which I do), or because I missed halloween (They actually celebrate "All Saints Day" aka "Dia de los Muertos" here in the Philippines, and I'm thinking of going to a cemetery tonight to check it out,) or even that I'm completely missing out on this season of The Office.
No, no. My heart is heavy in the fact that when the American people nominate Barack Obama to be the next president of the United States in 3 days (according to the current polls), I will have no one with whom to revel in the victory with. I think I can hear my mother shed a tear as she reads this.
Maybe it's not so much that as it is that when I overheard a conversation between Angel, one of our leaders at MercyLink, who is also a Filipino woman, and Emily, one of the girls on my team, about who Emily had voted for, she said McCain. I would have been fine if the conversation had stopped there. Whatever, white republican christians will be white republican christians. No, what upset me more is when Angel mentioned Sarah Palin, and Emily said, "YES! That's why I voted for him, I really like her."
I know everyone is reading this to see how I'm doing out here, and I'm sorry to bring politics into this, but, man... my heart sank. I simply cannot stand the woman.
Anyways, I pretended not to hear the conversation, but today when we were cleaning up the new facility, Rupert, another one of our leaders who is from New Zealand and is actually Angel's husband, asked who we thought was going to win the election. Emily and Jennifer, my other female team-mate, who hales from Texas, both reluctantly said "Obama", but that they both wanted McCain. I was silent, since I was cleaning at the other end of the room and wanted just to listen to their stances. Rupert agreed with them, not saying that he thought McCain's policies would be better for America, or that he would make a better leader, but that "Obama, y'know, it just sounds like Osama. That's kina scary, innit?"
People, I'm all for the political process. I believe that if the majority of Americans want things one way, so be it. If you disagree with a candidate's policies or ideals, great, you have that entitlement. But to succumb to the fear and ignorance that comes from such a statement as that is just completely asinine to me.
Llama sounds like Osama, does that make Llamas evil terrorists?
Gosh, I'm sorry to get into all this, but I believe as Christians we are to speak in and respond to Love, NOT fear. Christ did not come and die so that we may fear Him, but He did so because He loves us, and so that we could know that love and, in turn, love Him. I feel that the McCain campaign, as well as many evangelical Christian leaders coming out of middle America right now are to be ashamed for the way they are invoking fear. It is a desperate attempt to control peoples' minds and is downright shameful, and it is definitely NOT a step forward out of the last 8 years we've seen of fear-mongering in our country.
I believe that Jim Wallis addressed it better than I when, in the recent newsletter from Sojourners, he stated:
"When religious leaders sound so desperate and seek to stoke fear and hate, they have lost their theological perspective by putting too much of their hope in having political power. It is that loss of power and control which seems to be motivating the current campaign of desperation and fear now being waged by so many conservatives. Instead, scripture points to a better way:
With that reminder that Christ is our ultimate hope, let us pray that, on November 4, the need for change will finally prevail over the appeals to fear."For "Those who desire life and desire to see good days, let them keep their tongues from evil and their lips from speaking deceit; let them turn away from evil and do good; let them seek peace and pursue it. For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are open to their prayer. But the face of the Lord is against those who do evil." Now who will harm you if you are eager to do what is good? But even if you do suffer for doing what is right, you are blessed. Do not fear what they fear, and do not be intimidated, but in your hearts sanctify Christ as Lord." (1 Peter 3:10-15, emphasis added)
With that, my hope is that America will vote this Tuesday out of hope for change and the pursuit of what is right, instead of out of fear.
Thanks for bearing with me. And for goodness sake, go vote!
In love,
Marleigh
P.S. In some good news, I met our new teacher for next week, who will be teaching us herbal medication. Some of us went out to where we're having our medical outreach next week, and on the way back him and I had a chat and asked who I was voting for. When I told him Obama, he smiled and said "GOOD! I think he is a good man, he is good for America." So, at least I'll have him next week to smile with!
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