Mad Max and the Passionfruit Margarita
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…
My Journey Through the World of Humanitarian Medicine
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…
Our third clinic of that week, which was taking precedence over Thursday base clinic, brought us to the neighboring village of Valle Escondido. It was the same community from which…
This following week would provide a much appreciated break from the madness of overnight clinics. We were staying locally, hitting three communities within thirty minutes of our base. This was…
The adrenaline based hangover lasted about a day, and by the time Friday morning came around I felt 95% of the way back to normal. I took the boat into…
Some version of me that felt slightly foreign got out of bed that Thursday morning. My phone slept in, still sleeping in rice from the night before. The death of…
I didn’t have much time to dwell on the journey. I got out of the boat, found the other Doctor Nicole, and quickly presented her case. She told me right…
Back in the rancho, a shell of a student doctor saw the remaining patients. I was distracted, stressed, and all things in between; it was not my finest work. My…
The next morning we rose groggily and got ourselves in working order. Rain was coming down now in high volumes, and low cloud coverage coloured everything of cloth with a…
One of the things I was beginning to notice on our deployments was how dire the situation had become for all things prenatal in these communities. It was thought that…