I guess I should have given some background about this trip. I'm in a rural hospital in Zimbabwe. It is a one-month medical school rotation (coming back on March 5) and I'm here with three other wonderful fourth-year medical students: Megan, Lindsey, and Matt. Megan is my roommate/BFF from OSU going into Pathology, Lindsey is also an OSU med student, going into OBGYN like me, and Matt is her husband, who goes to Wright State and is going into Family Med. Megan and I had actually planned our trip separately from Lindsey and Matt, but we all happened to be on the same flights to Zimbabwe, which made traveling pretty fun and convenient.
The hospital is called Chidamoyo Christian Hospital and it is a 5-hour car ride from Harare, the capital city of Zimbabwe. We got in on February 7th late at night. Major, the hospital administrator and chaplain has a son, Michael, in college who came and picked us up from the airport and brought us to Kathy's flat in Harare. Michael was incredibly kind, knowledgable, and goofy, and brought us to a lovely gourmet coffee shop for breakfast the next day. After that, we drove back to the airport and got the bags that didn't come with our flight the night before (nice going, South Africa Air), and I accidentally left my passport at the airport (nice going, Erika), and then we started on the drive to Chidamoyo. The first 4 hours drive from Harare to Chidamoyo were smooth, but the last hour was spent going up and down hills on a road I would never have believed a car could go over. I'm still amazed all four of the car's tires were intact by the end of the drive. There are no street signs anywhere; in Harare it is because they were all stolen to melt down and the metal was repurposed for something else, but in the area surrounding the hospital, I think it's because none of the paths really have names. Directions to locations in a 50-mile radius of the hospital include "turn slight left at the bush" (the entire countryside is comprised of bushes - we are in the African Bush, for Pete's sake) or "go right at the rock" (there are rocks everywhere). I have been meaning to ask someone how they know where they are going, or rather, how they know if they are lost. Also, every car that I've been in has an Obama bobblehead, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, sometimes holding a ukulele, on the dashboard. Michael told us "Obama really likes it when we get closer to Chidamoyo - he starts dancing!"
We are staying at The Guesthouse, a two-story, four-bedroom, four-bathroom, eight-bed house with a kitchen and the highest ceiling ever (that bats like to hang and make squeaky noises from). The beds were made, complete with mosquito nets hanging above each one when we got there. The house is wired for electricity, although for the first nine days of our stay, the electricity was out in all of Chidamoyo. When this happens, the hospital operates without electricity, turning on its generator only for C-sections, but otherwise the nurses use solar-powered lights or candles to do their work at night. Anyway, The Guesthouse is a 3 minute walk from the hospital, and a 20 second walk from Kathy's house. Kathy is the fabulous nurse practitioner who has been in Zimbabwe for 35 years and knows everything about the hospital and the surrounding area. Her blog can be found here: http://chidamoyohospitalinzimbabwe.blogspot.com/ (I think she said she put a picture of us from Sunday on it.) She's amazingly casual about everything. She leaves her front door unlocked and told us that we can come over for Internet or just to hang out anytime we want. The most annoyed I have seen her this trip was on our second day when we cautiously knocked on her door before breakfast and she said, "I told you - this is basically your house. Don't knock, just come in, okay? How did you sleep? Do you want coffee?"
Here's a schedule of a typical weekday:
6:30-7:00 Breakfast at Kathy's. She always makes something delicious, like sausage and eggs or a Dutch baby pancake or biscuits and gravy or yogurt and fresh fruit. She doesn't drink coffee but makes two large Cabela's thermoses of steaming hot coffee every morning for us. It's some of the best coffee I have ever had.
7:00-7:30 Start ward rounds. For nonmedical people, 'rounds' is when the doctors/nurses go around to all the hospitalized patients and see if anything happened overnight or if any test results have come back that would make us alter our original treatment. We start in pediatrics (3-4 patients), then the two men's wards (20 patients), then the two women's wards (18 patients), then postpartum/neonatal (2-3 patients). It's not a huge hospital, but there is a lot to do and the patients are SICK.
7:30-8:00 Devotions in the hospital courtyard, often led by Major, the AIDS chaplain and hospital administrator. This includes some singing and various hospital announcements.
8:00-11:00 Finish up ward rounds (will take up to 1-4 hours depending on which of the two doctors is doing rounds that week), or start seeing patients in the outpatient department.
11:00-12:00 Tea time with the doctors, Kathy, and Major. This includes tea, coffee, hard-boiled eggs, freshly-roasted peanuts, and a bread made from cornmeal, the staple carbohydrate in Zimbabwe.
12:00-1:30 Do any surgeries for the day in the operating theatre (abscess incision and drainage, skin grafting, joint dislocations that need to be set into place while the patient is under anesthesia).
1:30-2:15 Lunch at Kathy's. Once again, nutritious and delicious.
2:15-5:00 Finish up at outpatient, do any procedures (paracentesis, thoracentesis) that don't need to be done in an operating room.
5:00-6:30 Try to cool down and unwind from the day, maybe take a shower or go for a walk.
6:30-8:00 Dinner at Kathy's. So far, the dinners have been totally delicious and usually American - T-bone steak with mashed potatoes, meatloaf, chili, pizza, tacos. Desserts have included chocolate pudding cake, apple cake, peanut butter cookies, and brownies. Needless to say, we are NOT going hungry here. She has a cook named Someka (Kathy said we can remember it by saying "so, make us some food!") whom she has taught how to make American food. Tonight's dinner is tamale pie, salad, and cookies.
Kathy had to leave to go to California because a family member is sick, so now we are on our own. Major went with her, and he has been our #2 go-to person during this trip. The cook will continue to make food for us, but it will definitely be quieter here without Kathy. She has been our guide, translator, friend, and advocate. Before she left, she drew us maps, gave us keys, and again, told us that her house (both in Chidamoyo and in Harare) is our house. She has never been to Ohio, so we are going to try to get her there, but she and Major both said that they will NOT be visiting Ohio in the winter. I guess that's fair.
We have one more week here, and then we are going to spend a week in Harare, Victoria Falls, and Hwange National Park. We already have our safari booked! Don't worry, Mom and Dad, the safaris here are pretty safe.