Sunday, July 12, 2009

July 4, 2009 – My first day in the Clinic -- PART II

On the first glance it is easy to think that the USA has a better health care system (and overall we do). However, some of the same problems that are faced by Malawians where you can pay to go to a better hospital or go to the free hospital but receive worst care are analogous to what the uninsured face in America.

So, back to my experience in Ludzi, in the morning I would do the rounds with Mr. Mshanga of the in-patients and then in the afternoon I would spend with Mr. Stima with the out-patients.

On my first round, I put on my white coat grabbed my stethoscope and blood pressure cuff and was ready to learn, not really knowing what to expect. It turns out that out of roughly 30-40 in patients about half were mothers who brought in their baby infants and toddlers. Of these infants and toddlers most were in for malaria treatment with the rest in for diarrhea or pneumonia. It is too bad because when questioning the mothers whether or not they sleep under mosquito net to protect their children all of them said “No, it costs too much.” Meanwhile the money they have spent for treatment is about the same amount it is to buy a mosquito net….But even at the clinic; they don’t have their in-patients sleep under mosquito nets. Frustrating, to know that there are simple things that one could do to improve their health but don’t……I always have to remind myself that the Malawian patients are no different than Americans. For example, Obesity is an alarming and growing health problem in America – Americans know that they shouldn’t eat McDonald’s everyday or should avoid eating fried foods, but they choose to continue to eating those same foods.

After going the pediatric rounds, we then continued to the female wards. Their health problems ranged from late term miscarriages, malaria, to treating abscesses. One lady in particular stood out, she was on anti-retro viral treatment and two abscesses, one in her groin area and one on her butt. Abscesses are areas of infections that can be caused by an ingrown hair or even just a small cut. But since this lady was on HIV/AIDS treatment her immune system was down and, as evident by her abscesses, has a hard time fighting off infections. As a result, the abscesses grow and form these deep holes – in this patient one abscess formed a hole that was three inches deep and three inches in diameter. It was very painful, she could hardly walk or sit and had to lie down on her side. The only that we could do was to treat her for pain and keep the wound clean, but with her HIV/AIDS treatment her bodies immunity is questionable.

Finally in the afternoon we saw some out-patients and I had the opportunity to spend time with the lab tech. They brought in a baby suspected of having malaria; she had all of the signs of cerebral malaria with fevers and even convulsions (epileptic like seizures). The lab tech pricks the baby’s finger, draws a small blood sample onto a slide, and then I was able to see through a microscope all of the malaria parasites. It was pretty cool! Well, I mean that it was cool to see the malaria parasite under a microscope, not necessarily because the patient had malaria.

By then it was nearing 4pm and the end of the work day for Malawians. They are on a much different work day than we are – 8am start work, 10 am tea, noon is lunch, and 4pm we are done. What a work day…..

July 4, 2009 – My first day in the Clinic -- PART I

Having problems with posting long blogs so going to split it up. here is the first part:

Sister Bernadette had arranged for a whole day at the hospital today for me. This would be the first time I would finally be able to work in a hospital and I was excited to see what the day would bring. I would be spending the entire day with the clinical officers at the hospital since there are no doctors at the clinic. The clinical officers would be the US equivalent of a physician’s assistant – they have gone through about 3 years of training after secondary school. They are very good at treating the most common diseases and there is much I could learn from them. There are two clinical officers, Mr. Deeper Mshanga and Mr. Stima (never got his first name). Mr. Mshanga has been working as a clinical officer for about 10 years and Mr. Stima for about 5 years.

Additionally, there are brand new buildings for the clinic, courtesy of GAIA – the organization whom helped arrange my trip to various health clinics in Malawi. In fact, they just opened up two of the examination rooms a few days before I arrived. They building are slated to be used for examining patients, bathing room for the sickest of patients, a pharmacy, a lab room, and a cashier’s office. This is a paying clinic rather than a government run clinic and on average they charge about MWK 300 (~$1.80) per patient. The cost includes lab tests and a bed. The difference in service and cost between this hospital and a government hospital is significant – the government hospital there is longer lines, the hospital staff has little time with each patient, the care is poor, but it is free. Meanwhile at the Ludzi health clinic which is staff by government paid workers (clinical officers and nurses) but run by the Catholic mission and charges a fee but is able to provide better service and care.

July 3, 2009 – Ludzi Mission, Nun convent

I arrived at the Ludzi Mission yesterday after finally being able to find a driver, Francis, who was willing to take me out here. I had accidently forgotten to write down the name of the person whom I was supposed to meet and was a bit anxious. Fortunately, when I arrived at the Mission, I ran into Father Kamela. He was an older charming Malawian, whom had spent the last 11 years serving a parish in New Foundland, Canada. After spending his time there he had decided it was time to return to his homeland so that he can be near his family.

Father Kamela, then introduced me to a Sister Bernadette who was in charge of the hospital. She was happy to see me and because I hadn’t arrived the day before and didn’t think I was going to come. Sister Bernadette is a tiny woman who commands the respect of those around her and has an organize manner about her. She then directed to me take my luggage to her and the sisters covenant….I was surprised – who would’ve thought I would be staying in a covenant.

By this time I settled in it was getting dark and dinner time so I didn’t have really much time to explore the area around the hospital.

I had a really hard time sleeping that night…..my body was still adjusting to the time difference. Since landing I had this problem where I sleep till about 1am and then lay there wide awake until about 4-5am.

July 3, 2009 – Ludzi Mission, Nun convent

I arrived at the Ludzi Mission yesterday after finally being able to find a driver, Francis, who was willing to take me out here. I had accidently forgotten to write down the name of the person whom I was supposed to meet and was a bit anxious. Fortunately, when I arrived at the Mission, I ran into Father Kamela. He was an older charming Malawian, whom had spent the last 11 years serving a parish in New Foundland, Canada. After spending his time there he had decided it was time to return to his homeland so that he can be near his family.

Father Kamela, then introduced me to a Sister Bernadette who was in charge of the hospital. She was happy to see me and because I hadn’t arrived the day before and didn’t think I was going to come. Sister Bernadette is a tiny woman who commands the respect of those around her and has an organize manner about her. She then directed to me take my luggage to her and the sisters covenant….I was surprised – who would’ve thought I would be staying in a covenant.

By this time I settled in it was getting dark and dinner time so I didn’t have really much time to explore the area around the hospital.

I had a really hard time sleeping that night…..my body was still adjusting to the time difference. Since landing I had this problem where I sleep till about 1am and then lay there wide awake until about 4-5am.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

On my way to Ludzin Parish

Alright yesterday, I was able to find a driver who would be able to drive me to Ludzi Parish, near the Zambian border town Chipata about 1.5 hours from Lilongwe. yea!!!! It will cost about $35 to bring me there and $35 to bring me back to lilongwe.

Some of you may be wondering why I am trying to arrange a driver instead of taking public transport? Well when I was planning the plan was for me to go to Chitedze Agricultural Research Station, which is a Malawian run farm that supposedly has some great farming practices. It is on the way to Ludzi, but you need private transport to get there. So I will spend some time visiting Chitedze Agricultural Research Station, before heading to Ludzi Parish.

It is at Ludzi parish that i will finally be able to start working at a clinic. I will be there till Monday (July 6th) before driving back to Lilongwe to spend the night.

I have spoken to Chikondi and June in Monkey Bay. Chikondi is a student that my family has been sponsoring to attend college here in Malawi. June is a 75 year old British expat whom lives in Monkey Bay and we become good friends while I was working there as a Peace Corps volunteer.

Well I have to get going.

Yendani Bwino! (translation: "go well")

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Lilongwe and lost driver-- 1-Jul-09

Now I have just arrived in Lilongwe and spent the night at a nice hotel for about $40. For my first night it was a good place to try to get over my jet lag. I didn’t sleep well because my body hasn’t adjusted to the time difference.

Initially the plan was for me to use a Malawian driver, named Chichi Nkhona, to take me to Ludzi Parish for the weekend. But the phone number I was given doesn’t work and I will be spending one more night in Lilongwe. When I tried to arrange for separate transport, it would have been a little more expensive than if I had gone with Mr. Nkono. Fortunately, I do have his email and I am hoping that I can track him down today….

I will be staying at a backpackers, Mabuya Camp, tonight. It will be significantly cheaper too. Perhaps it is not a bad idea for me to stay one more day in Lilongwe. I can relax, do some shopping, and allow my body to get over the jet lag.

Tomorrow, regardless of whether I arrange for private transport, at the very least I will be heading out to Ludzi parish on public transport.

For those of you who haven’t heard, I now have a cell phone and if anyone needs to reach me for emergencies (or even just to chatJ) you can reach me at 011-265-993-437-664.

love you all!!!!

Useless Year of Medical School -- 30-Jun-09

About half way through my flight when most of the passengers were sleeping and I was watching a movie, I was surprised to see two male South African flight attendants carrying a female passenger to the back – she looked completely incapacitated and they had already put an oxygen mask on her. Shortly thereafter, I heard a flight attendant announce over the intercom “Is there a medical doctor or medical technician on board? If so please proceed to go the back of the plane.”

I froze. Thinking to myself that I am not technically a doctor, but I guess I could be considered a medical technician. At the same time the only thing I felt I could contribute was my rudimentary first responder training (and never used) that I got at the beginning of my school year. I was also slightly embarrassed because at the beginning of my flight I proudly told the passenger next to me that I had just finished my first year of medical school and was going to be working in some health clinics in Malawi. She instinctively looked to me to do something……man, I felt like I learned nothing of practically value during my first year of medical school and was frustrated at myself. In the minute it took me process these thoughts and finally muster up the courage to go back there, I was relieved to see other passengers getting up at the same time, presumably doctors, and making their way back there. At which point I then said my neighbor next me “Oh there are doctors on the plane, looks like they don’t need me” and sat back down. I only laugh now at what a chicken I was…..I don't really think my first year of medical school was useless (as my title suggest), but rather just am anxious to get started with the practical part of my medical training.

As an interesting side note, during 9/11 the first and second year medical students of Weill-Cornell Medical College also found themselves in a similar position. The students were ready to help in any way they could, but felt that they had no practical skills which to contribute. For those of you not familiar with medical school the first two years are spent studying the books – anatomy, physiology, microbiology, and more. Then the third and fourth years are spent doing clinical rotations, where you get your practical experiences. In response, the Weill-Cornell administration decided to give the first responder course that I wrote about earlier.