So I was just thinking the other day that it’s been way too long since I wrote in my medical missionary blog about poo. My colleague, Dave, tells me you can never really publish too much content on human feces. I think most traditional missionary blogs try to broach this topic at least once a quarter, as it pertains to life living abroad, medicine, and the sharing of our faith. And what better way to incorporate this topic than a public service announcement. Therefore, I bring you ‘Fecal-Oral’:
As the commotion erupted from the emergency entrance of the hospital, I made my way over to the ER to see what we were getting. The middle aged gentleman was obviously in a lot of pain, writhing on the stretcher. He kept saying the same thing over and over, and it was actually in broken English. “I god a pain een my stomag!” His family members quickly filled us in on the details of his encounter: Man versus Bull. Continue reading
I’m having some writer’s block, so let’s do a photo tour and see if that sparks some creative juices…
Torn apart by wild dogs…
Almost torn apart. The attack was thwarted, the carnage averted. No thanks to me, however.
It all started when Dr. Rick and Dr. Dan came to visit us. It was late last month, when we were extremely short-handed at the hospital. We were incredibly grateful that these two family docs came down to help us out for 10 days. Both active duty in the Army, these guys knew their stuff and they came to work hard. Continue reading
I have a new favorite patient, her name is ‘Breiny,’ which is pronounced like ‘Brainy,’ which makes me think of the smurfs. I’m really not proud to admit that my Saturday mornings as a child involved big-ol’ doses of Papa Smurf and Smurfette. I mean, we watched some cool cartoons too, like ‘Dungeons and Dragons,’ and ‘Spiderman and his Amazing Friends,’ but I’m not gonna lie, I think I watched smurfs deep into grade school, and I may have been flirting with Junior High. Total loss of man points…
Antonio passed away last weekend.
We wanted to tell the family how much grief and sorrow we were feeling for them, but ‘Lo siento,’ just didn’t seem adequate. We could hear mom wailing in agony, and it was heart wrenching, and also frustrating. Heart wrenching, in that I think I can understand how crushing to your spirit it would be to lose your child. Frustrating, in that his death could have been avoided. Continue reading
It’s been crickets on our blog, lately. Sorry bout’ that. Let’s get to it…
It was a hectic thursday a couple weeks ago, one in which I was grateful for the expertise of Dr. Peter and Dr. Dave, as we handled some challenging cases. The case that got my attention, and that I think will interest you, was the guy who got shot in the face… Continue reading
Merry Christmas friends, family, and random people who mistyped their web destination…
Let me share some Christmas Spirit with you: Continue reading
We’re back in the field! Wow, it is so weird to be back here at Loma de Luz. It’s like we stepped through a worm hole and were transported back into the Land of the Lost, and I’m sharing coconuts with Cha-ka and hiding from the Sleestaks… Ok, not really. It’s really nothing like that. But, still, it’s weird. Continue reading
We’re preparing to return to Loma de Luz, and we’ve had a bit of time to reflect on our last year. I’ve thought a lot about Bertha and her daughter , a mom and baby that I cared for this past year. A baby that wouldn’t have survived if not for the hospital, and the people that rallied around her. It reminded me how unqualified I am to be serving in Honduras… Continue reading
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