Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Guatemala

From Meghan
 
Translating is going fine.  What's wrong with people is pretty simple, my stomach hurts, I have diarrhea, I have bad eyes, I want to see the dentist. 
 
We keep having to shut triage down early because the damn doctors are too slow.  So this afternoon I took a shower while everyone was still at work (yeah!) and then went down to the clinic to see if they needed help with translating.  Apparently they did since I hopped from room to room until they shut down for the day.  I translated for the ultrasound tech who was checking a pregnant woman because they thought she'd had a miscarriage.  Luckily there was a heartbeat because I really didn't want to have that conversation.  Then I helped Norine with a woman I'd triaged who showed up at the door when she wasn't supposed to come until tomorrow.  She was literally crying because she was in so much pain from a gallstone she'd had for a year.  Norine, being the rockstar that she is, managed to convince the surgery at 6:00pm to operate on her tonight because they wouldn't be able to fit her in tomorrow. 
 
And I got poked by more kids.  And some lady called me "señor".
 
 
 

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