Last Tuesday, Lauren and I officially entered the world of healthcare in Honduras, and I loved it. We had been hoping for a long time to visit a clinic or hospital around here so we could finally learn about the actual health problems facing Hondurans. About a month ago we visited the neighboring town of Guaimaca because there is an American Priest who works there along with 3 Sisters, and we wanted to meet them and see what they do here. We had a great day there, learning about their projects which included a girl’s boarding school for kids from the poor aldeas, a huge farm containing plantains, coffee, orchids, and many other things I’m sure I’m forgetting, and a health clinic. We only had a quick tour that day, but they invited us to come back whenever since they knew we were both nurses. Our first chance to return was last Tuesday, so we took the 30-minute trip there to see what exactly it is that they do. I spent the day with the doctor, a young woman from Guaimaca, as she saw the patients, and Lauren stayed with one of the Sisters, a Nurse Practitioner who saw mostly children in a room upstairs. We had prepared ourselves beforehand thinking that we would feel like idiots the whole day because of our limited Spanish knowledge, but as it turned out we were surprised by how many medical terms sounded the same in Spanish as English. I understood a surprising amount of what was going on, and it helped that the doctor spoke a little English too and was great at explaining things to me. Mondays and Tuesdays are the busiest days at the clinic, and that seemed to hold true this day too. Their policy is to only see people from the aldeas in the morning because they often wake up at very early hours, I heard
In other news, we got rid of our worthless dog and got a new cat, all within an hour. No fears, the machete was not involved despite those previous instances when we did use it to get rid of certain “pets.” We gave him to a friend of ours that wanted him as a watchdog, the only problem being he knows nothing about being a watchdog… she claims she can train him. From my experience, his only talents include crying outside our window at 5:30 in the morning, licking himself, sleeping, barking at other dogs (which there are a ton of), and smelling horribly. We’re taking bets on how many days go by before she tries to give him back.
The cat is small, and nameless at this point, but it looks like an alien/gremlin, so it may end up with a name along those lines. It eats what we eat, beans, rice and eggs, and it hasn’t peed on anything of mine yet, so thus far it has been an acceptable pet.
And last but not least, our other pets at the moment are the ridiculous amount of mosquitoes that have been all up in our business. They’re big, scary and mean. They like to bite us, but according to Hondurans it’s because gringos have sweet blood. It must be true though, because I have at least 30 bites on each of my legs. Each night I fight to get at least 5 of them outside of my mosquito net. As good as my net is to me, it’s ability to trap bugs in close proximity of me overnight is very likely and dangerous.
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