A Two Way Street
Thursday morning I got out of bed at five AM and made myself a cup of tea. It was still pitch black, but I had to try and convince myself…
My Journey Through the World of Humanitarian Medicine
Thursday morning I got out of bed at five AM and made myself a cup of tea. It was still pitch black, but I had to try and convince myself…
Polio is an RNA virus from the enterovirus family. It commonly enters the body through infected food or saliva, and colonises the GI tract. In a subset of infections, the…
Quebrada Sal meaning ‘Salt Creek’, would be the final community I’d service as a member of this crew. It was on the far end of the nearby island Bastimientos. By…
Forecasted rain was nowhere to be found, and the large cayuco cruised out on bubbling water under blue skies. Amongst the many ins and outs of the bay, we passed…
My imaginary quarrels with the resident pseudo-primate were replaced the next morning by much more occidental worries. I had been putting off a lot of work for commitments I still…
The following day brought us to the third clinic on our triple header – the community of Bajo Cedro, whom we had missed our chance to service two weeks prior…
The alarm went off at 5:45 and signaled the beginning of our day. Sleepy eyes floated in silence, zipping backpacks and snapping buckles, as the lingering cold snap from the…
The next week of clinics would be all about adaptability. We were doing a triple header in the field, two nights of hammocks and mosquito nets into the heart of…
Before I go any further, I would like to address a few things that people have asked me about. Mainly this is pertaining to patient follow up, or whether I…
I stepped off the concrete path into the dirt in front of her, and gestured for her to sit down. We needed a wheelchair, fast. Somebody, a nephew, was sent…