Ensenada Part I
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My Journey Through the World of Humanitarian Medicine
This was the first adventure that launched my blog.
When I was a medical student in Ireland, I started my final year of college expecting to watch closely, be a little bit useful, and learn. What I didn’t expect was to find myself operating as lead medic alone in the Panamanian jungle resuscitating a 13-year-old native boy kicked unconscious by a horse—and that was only my first day. Yikes.
So began my ten-week adventure as a part of Floating Doctors, a humanitarian group I had signed up for in a desperate attempt to salvage some value from a 2020 that ripped a calendar full of planned electives out from under me.
Despite having never shouldered real medical responsibility before, I was suddenly involved in a lifetime’s worth of bizarre patient interactions, in an unfamiliar region, dealing with everything from brain-invading worms to diabetic nerve damage to toxic pregnancies. As if that wasn’t enough, I also had jellyfish hordes, snake bites, tropical storms, and bubble gum-chewing apes to contend with at every turn.
Pushed to my limits, discovering first-hand what it truly means to feel fear, I initially floundered. As time went on, I slowly found my feet by calling on every humour-based coping mechanism I could think of. By striking up a rapport with each patient no matter how dire their circumstances, I began to turn the tide. Above all, I learned the value of asking the right questions, both in medicine and in life.
For anybody who has tried to reach me on whatsapp this week, I am sorry for not responding. I also apologize to those of you who enjoy photos; you will…
The Doctor to be joining us, like many of the volunteers and lead medics that came to Floating Doctors, was Dutch. This was a result of a travel show, one…
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Trying to ask him about the paper was arduous enough, between his constant deviation and fragmented conversation. Somehow after a fair back and forth he tells me something resembling getting…
Tuesday morning rolled around just as expected, and also as expected I was well enough to motor but not yet fully me. Despite my lingering illness and the soul-crushing disappointment…
The sharp whistle of wind through trees woke me up in the dark, it was pouring outside. There was a lacrosse ball in my throat eagerly trying to escape by…
Despite my fired up ruminations about living large amongst the jellies and the trees (oh I’m king of the trees), I am still a mortal man, and somewhat of a…
As the propellers rumbled forward, houses faded into specks and then were lost behind jungle as the river slithered like a serpent in all its bends and flows. The trees,…
We were up at our usual time and finished breakfast to begin clinic at 730. By 8am there was a line swollen enough to fill the whole day already. I…