Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Jai yen yen, by Med/Peds Resident Kristina Krohn during International Rotation in Chiang Mai, Thailand

The Thai ideals of sanuk (fun loving) and jai yen yen (cool hearted, or staying calm) pervade my everyday hospital experience. I find my days in Thailand are fully filled, and yet somehow, nothing seems rushed.

Fern and Jack, our two current residents, are both quick to laugh and smile. Fern's face breaks into a big grin most mornings when she sees us, "falang!, falang!" (foreigner!, foreigner!), she calls , "breakfast!" and beckons for us to follow. 

She and Jack giggle as Joe and I try out our new Thai words over fried rice and Thai tea, always encouraging as we learn names for foods, numbers, and important words like "yummy" (arroy). I think this is the essence of sanuk. Even though they have patients to see before rounds, they take the time to eat and entertain the foreigners.

After breakfast some mornings we have Infectious Disease Clinic, where we see many people living with HIV, overcoming tuberculosis, beating melioidosis, or slowly succumbing to a wide range of infections from AML after a failed bone marrow transplant. Each individual is handled gracefully by Dr. Romanee, who keeps her voice at such a low calm level that sitting next to her, I barely hear her.  But the patients always seem to.

Jai yen yen.

In the afternoon we round, Jack and Fern are forced to present in English because Joe and I are here. Actually, the residents frequently present in English on infectious disease rounds anyway, so that they get some practice with English for future overseas conferences. 

Never does rounding seem rushed, jai yen yen, as each patient is seen in turn in a mix of Thai and English. And rounding is always accompanied by its fair share of laughter, sanuk.  

I hope to keep jai yen and sanuk when I return to Minnesota. 

Oli Otya, by IM Resident Matt Goers on International Rotation in Mbarara, Uganda




Oli Otya from Mbarara, Uganda! I just arrived last week and it’s been a whirlwind ever since (in a good way!). I landed late last Sunday in Kampala and woke up just as early to get started at the IOM Medical Offices. It was a bit surreal, seeing the other half of the screening exams and testing. (We always see the reports from these screens during new arrival screens at CIH). But that was only to prepare us for the road trip, and just as I was getting settled in Kampala, I was whisked away to Mbarara to start working at the camps. So far it’s been just as hectic and crazy (we’re planning on screening over 500 people!), but honestly it’s been a blast.  I couldn’t ask for a better group of people to work with.

I’m trying to keep a journal during my time in Uganda, and I’ve had a couple things on my mind ever since I arrived. One thing that I always think about as I travel is how to be a good guest. As many times as you travel or visit a country, sometimes you just feel like a tourist. You don’t fully understand how things work, where things are, or who to talk to. We have to sometimes ask what's going on to catch the cultural context and richness of a situation; but that can be difficult because it takes a level of humility and delicacy if you want to avoid seeming ignorant, rude or disrespectful.

What's more, it's always hard to transition from the U.S. to less resourced countries. Sure, the changes in the setting and personal accommodations always push you out of your comfort zone, but what’s really striking is the changes in medical resources. There’s always a change in mindset that comes with treating and working up a condition that you know will be difficult to manage in that setting. There are plenty of conditions that cannot be properly diagnosed, but one issue I’ve run across a few times is the diagnosis of Hepatitis B. IOM screens refugees for Hepatitis B prior to their departure (mainly for vaccination purposes), but if patients are positive, it’s rarely possible to initiate treatment right then and there. This is frustrating because it just doesn't sync with our view of medicine in the U.S., and while I doubt my colleagues here feel any different, their mindset has to shift to relocation in order to get these patients the treatment they need.

Another issue I came across this week was more structural. During my first week in Kampala, I came across the scene of an accident while walking to work. There were a few minor injuries, but two gentlemen were thrown from their vehicles, and we ended up staying with them waiting for the ambulance. I’m not sure what happened after they were taken to the hospital, but I found myself just as frustrated by this situation as the issue with hepatitis treatment. The road isn’t well kept, there aren’t any traffic signs, and it was easy to see the vehicle wasn’t equipped seat belts. It’s frustrating because the events leading up to these injuries were preventable, and as much as it seemed like a normal motor vehicle accident, it was precipitated by the area’s lack of resources and underlying poverty.

None of this is entirely new to me, and I've seen these sorts of frustrating things during trips before. But it doesn't take away the sting of how it makes you feel. While none of these specific incidences resulted in deaths (that I know of), I can easily imagine scenarios that do and each time I see things like this it reminds me of what Paul Farmer calls "stupid deaths."

Ultimately, I know I have little power to change large things like a country’s infrastructure or economy. But a Ugandan colleague of mine put it best: “We can ask for better.” Our partners recognize their lack of resources, but aren’t content with this norm and constantly advocate for better. That's what's incredible about working in global health. We as clinicians can have a role with the individual patient, but can also join our partners as advocates to push for larger, structural changes that lead to a better system. I’m honored to be part of that here, and I think that’s why it’s been so incredible so far (even if it's frustrating at times).

Until next time!
Matt

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Karibu, by Med/Peds Resident Ryan Fabrizius on International Rotation in Arusha, Tanzania


Karibu Jambo from Arusha, Tanzania! I am so grateful and blessed to be here in this beautiful country with a genuinely lovely people and culture. Prior to starting work at Selian Hospital, I had the wonderful opportunity to see some of Tanzania's true treasures including Zanzibar and the Serengeti National Park. With this introduction to the country, I was still in a sense of awe, a feeling of other-worldly experience at these sights I had seen in pictures but never expected to see first hand. I arrived at Selian Hospital and Arusha Lutheran Medical Center on Monday looking forward to starting the work I came here to do. 

Karibu, in Swahili, as many of you know, means welcome. I have already heard it used in a number of contexts, ranging as widely as (paraphrased in English to my understanding) "welcome to our country", "you're welcome to drink chai now", "please come into my store and have a look around", "I'll give you a ride on my motorcycle taxi", and as a response to "thank you". Though our English word "you're welcome" seems to cover many similar meanings, I have been struck by how frequently this word is used. It could be that I am so obviously a foreigner (not too many 6'8'' bearded caucasian men in this country) that I am consistently offered a welcome. But I like to think that this offer is an invitation to enter into the community here, to experience what life is like for the people who call Tanzania home, to learn the triumphs and struggles that Tanzanian's experience on a daily basis, to share in the efforts to bring high quality medical care to the community. I am familiar with the false belief that the complex social and economic problems of the developing world can be solved by benevolent humanitarians from rich countries. I sense the temptation to feel that certain people might "welcome" us foreigners to solve their problems. But I have seen a convincing glimpse of the resilience and commitment of Tanzanians working to build a country with opportunity, fairness, and help for the poor. Their Karibu is not "please rescue us"; it is, to me, "please join us in learning together" and "let us share a commitment to each other". I have seen this particularly in a few of the medical workers in the hospital here, including Joseph the pediatric registrar at Selian Hospital. Joseph has completely shattered all my expectations of what local doctors at the government hospital are like. He has a tremendous fund of knowledge about pediatrics, an inspiring compassion towards the children that he treats, and an encouraging drive to learn more in his profession. I will have more to write on him and other local doctors and trainees later.

I would like to end with a short story.  During pediatric rounds, we often see infants who have been admitted with Severe Acute Malnutrition. After a few days, children who were admitted with edema are transitioned from the initial F-75 refeeding formula to F-100, showing good tolerance of the formula and some increase in weight. When they are in need of only a few more days of refeeding in a hospital setting to minimize complications (such as return of edema, refeeding syndrome, or infection), mothers sometimes request to leave the hospital. Fortunately, care of children under the age of five years old is covered by the government (not including certain medications that must be bought at outside pharmacies), so the haste for mothers to depart seemed illogical to me.  When I asked Joseph why they wanted to leave so prematurely, he responded that "if the child stays, the mother cannot eat". There is no food service for patients (other than refeeding formulas for those with malnutrition) or families at the hospital, so they must provide their own, which is extremely difficult for families coming from far distances. When I expressed my awe at the terrible situation, he responded "welcome to Tanzania". It would be easy to take this as a fatalistic declaration of the state of health care and social determinants in this country, however, that is not how I took it. Joseph and the medical team generally come up with a plan together to assure the ongoing treatment of a child in this situation without leaving the mother to have to choose between her health and her child's. In this situation, I began to catch a glimpse of the awful reality of poverty, but a ray of hope in the commitment of people like Joseph in coming up with solutions. This "welcome to Tanzania" said to me: this is the current state of things, but we are already fighting to make it better. 

Thailand #1, by Med/Peds Resident Kristina Krohn on International Rotation in Chiang Mai, Thailand


I have rarely travelled with as much support as I have on this trip. Both my husband and my mom joined me at first for bit of tourism in Burma/Myanmar. Then I received tons of help and advice from our fellow residents (Darin Ruanpeng, Katie Anderson and Mamie Thant). And I don't have enough space to describe all that Pat Walker has done to arrange this rotation and connect me with wonderful people here.

First Darin, she went out of her way to help Joe Messana and I find housing in Thailand. Connecting though facebook with physician friends back home, I even have a computer generated map to show the cabbie when I get off the airplane in Chiang Mai! 

Then Katie Anderson met with Sheiphali Gandhi and I (Joe had to work) to give us a heads up on Thai culture. Notes to myself: don't point the soles of my feet at anyone, don't touch people's heads and don't step on money as it has the King's likeness. All very important things to know!

Katie also recommended going out of my way to climb to the 62nd floor of the Banyan Tree Hotel and fork out the money for a drink on the outdoor bar, in order to fully enjoy the view over the emensity that is Bangkok. There is nothing quite like being 62 floors up, with a drink and nothing more than hand rails between you and air.

Lastly, Mamie Thant was indisensible for my trip to Burma/Myanmar. She provided me with a lot of great historical context, and traditional foods that I needed to try. My palate may never be the same.

Now, as I sit in the airport, I find myself in a familiar state of anticipation. My husband and mom have left to return to the states. I am alone. I have done what I can to prepare myself, but as always, I really have no idea what I have just gotten myself into.

For me, travel never quite feels real until this moment. My head full of advice, but unable to do anything more than wait for the next flight. The flight that takes me to my new temporary home - Chiang Mai.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

January 21, 2015 Tropical and Travel Medicine Seminar

Please Join Us

Tropical and Travel Medicine Seminar
January 21, 2015 - 6pm-8pm
 
Hosted by the Hennepin County Medical Center

Global Health Update
 
Emily Moody, MD, MHS
Resident - Medicine-Pediatrics, University of Minnesota
 
"Rise of the Non-Communicables"

Stephen Dunlop, MD, MPH, CTropMed®, FACEP
Faculty Physician in Emergency Medicine Department at HCMC
 Director/Founder of HCMC Fellowship
in International Emergency Medicine
  Assistant Professor of Emergency Medicine at the U of MN
Global Health Course Core Co-Director
 
"Health Work in the Context of War:
Democratic Republic of Congo"


Dr. Edwige Mubonzi
MD from the Democratic Republic of Congo

Lisa Nilles, MD
Chaplain at Episcopal Homes, St. Paul

Global Health Pathway Faculty and Resident Meeting



LOCATION
Shriners Hospitals for Children
2025 East River Parkway
Minneapolis, MN 55414
(612) 596-6106

Two weeks in

*disclaimer* This was written a few days ago and now being posted!   Mambo from Arusha! It has been two weeks into our four month long stay...