Three Weeks In

It’s harder, than I thought it was going to be, to blog. At first I couldn’t think of anything to say and I was sure I was doomed to do this. But then I realized, that I couldn’t find the words to say, because there was nothing to say yet. Until these last few days, I was still acclimating. I was still in visit mode and had not fully immersed myself into my trip.

But now I’d like to talk about my work, which is the main reason I’ve come to stay here for three months…

I work in Salaverry, which is a very poor fisherman’s town outside of Trujillo. The clinic I work it is very small and simple, and for the most part, pretty slow. In Peru, the medical system is completely different from that of the states. Because of a lack of funding and resources, patients are usually required to purchase their own vaccinations, needles, suturing kits and what not, and bring them to the doctor’s or nurse’s to administer. The doctors of Peru are currently on strike with the government, asking for more funding for the clinics and hospitals so that they can provide better care for the patients. This strike has been going on for a few months (I’m not positive when it started) and a lot of clinics that my friends are working at have had no doctors in them and thus make it difficult for the nurses and volunteers to help patients. But this strike is necessary as they need the government to relinquish more funding to the health care system.

Peru gets a significantly less percentage of national tax money for healthcare than most other countries.

I work Primarily with Liseth, a nursing intern who supervises and teaches me and the other volunteer, Haley. Liseth is such a sweet girl, we usually spend the first few minutes of every day conversing and talking about the night or weekend before. She has been great in teaching us how to give shots, what questions we must ask, why certain things happen the way they do in clinics of Peru, etc.

The majority of patients we get here are mothers with small children, and I spend most of my days observing the nurses as they go through the routine checkups for infants and toddlers and administer shots. Theres not much I can do medically because as the children are so small, giving shots and what not is more risky as they move and fuss about, so only the licensed nurses can do it. Sometime I will play with the children to distract them or keep them preoccupied as the mom talks with the nurse, but I’ve grown aware of the fact that small children are not my strong point 😦 Haley, however, is great with children and she definitely keeps their attention at bay while the nurses do their routine check ups.

I also work in the Topico room, which is where they (and I) give shots to adults or adolescents as well as bandage minor wounds and clean sutures. These are tasks that I get to help in, since the patients are older and calmer.

The thing I have done most since I have worked here is going door to door with Liseth and Haley and offer free vaccines to the community. Over the last two or three weeks we have done well over a hundred vaccines; offering Hepatitis B, Tetanus and Influenza for those over 60 years of age. Its been a great learning experience and through the interactions with the townspeople I’ve learned a lot about them.

Many of the houses don’t have finished walls or roofs there. Lighting is almost always dim, and the furniture is covered with sheets to keep the dirt from penetrating the cushions. The people are a mixed array. Many don’t like or trust doctors, and they refuse the shots, even though they are free. Others are very welcoming and invite us in as we give the shots. Almost everyone is scared of the needles, which is a pretty normal thing. Generally the people we give shots to also ask Haley and I where we are from, how long we are staying, etc. I’m pretty sure we are the first blonde hair, blue eyed, whiteys many of them have seen up close and personal.

This town is actually the district that my AMAPeru program has chosen to do its clinical campaign in for the end of this session. Its happening next weekend and we will be working with the community to give out hundreds of vaccines in one day, to the people that live outside they town, in small tents and huts. These people generally do not go to the doctors and its incredibly hard to reach them by going door to door as there are thousands of them that live in the outer borders of the district and our primary mode of transportation is our feet. I will definitely be posting updates about this campaign so make sure you check in! 🙂

Ready? Set.. Go!

SO…

The semester has ended, my life is packed into my car and scattered between storage sites.  I am officially homeless and about to fly 4,300 miles to live in a new country for the summer with a family I’ve never met, to work in a clinic in which I don’t speak the language.Now, as much as I’d love to say I was completely composed at this point in my life, I was not. I was the definition of a hot mess.

I procrastinated packing my bags and my life up until the day of my flight, in hopes that at some point before, I would magically have this feeling of competency consume me and give me the courage to know that I was doing the right thing. But the feeling didn’t come, and hours before my 2PM flight from Reno to Vegas, I began packing my belongings into my far-too-small-for-all-my-clothes car. Then during the short three days in Vegas something beautiful happened. It wasn’t the feeling I was hoping for, but more like

a collection of tiny moments that proved that my decision to leave Reno, spend my summer abroad and come back to start a new path in Las Vegas is going to lead me through a beautiful adventure.

SO NOW… I am in the enthralling city of Trujillo, Peru.

Let me begin by saying Peru is nothing and everything that I expected at the same time. People here are crazy. Traffic for one, really makes you live by the edge of your seat on a daily basis. There are no traffic signs, no rules, no blinkers and no courtesy’s. Everything EVERYTHING is a race to the finish and the common rule of traffic communication is horns and whistles. And I love it.

Its funny how such a minuscule thing like my commute to work everyday really makes me stop and smell the… actually I can’t really describe the smell… but whatever it is, its just another thing I appreciate about this country.

My first week, it just seemed like absolute chaos. I got lost on my way to work by taking the wrong bus… which generally wouldn’t really be that big of an issue, except the people telling me I was on the wrong bus were telling me in Spanish, and I don’t exactly speak Spanish. I’d like to think I do, and sometimes I can really convince myself that I do, but then I try to have anything resembling a conversation and I realize my “ability to speak Spanish” is really a barley recognizable ability to string words together and use my hands to get very simple minded ideas across to people.

Then, as if by some cruel cosmic joke, the next day my body decided to get gut wrenching food-poisoning that lasted for at least 72 hours. It really was the most proper welcome to the world of foreign traveling, if there ever were one.

I have now been here for 23 days and I realize that that chaotic disaster that once scared the living hell out of me is now a beautiful organized chaos and not only have I mastered the art of getting to work but I embrace all parts of the chaos in a “grab life by the horns” kind of way.

Living in a foreign country is a CRAZY experience. All the home comforts  you are used to are gone, all at once. But this crazy experience is one that opens little parts of you up to the people, the culture, the customs and every time you travel, if you do it right, you’ll change a little piece of you forever.