Arjun in Kakamega


T-Minus 1 Week

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Woke up leisurely, went into town, re-stocked on peanut butter and jelly, went to the pool at Golf Hotel, hung out with everyone else, did a lot of work, realized how much I have left to do, showed everyone the database I designed using Access, everyone is duly impressed (trust me – it’s awesome), go find more bootlegged DVDs (they actually work here, so there’s limited risk involved, although once Josh bought a DVD supposedly with a bunch of Tom Cruise and Keano Reaves movies on it and it turned out to be a single season of a Spanish soap opera – not translated), matatued back, go home, work out, throat feeling a little weird so had some hot tea, worked, watched some 24, coerced the cat to come into my room to hunt down any cockroaches and eat them, more work, sleep.

REFLECTION

Only one week left!  And as exciting as that is, it’s also pretty terrifying, because I have a LOT left to do.  Sleep is now a low priority.  I have to finish the patient wait time survey write-up, finish the training materials for the emergency responsiveness project to leave behind at the hospital, finish up the database, get the network connection working, set that up, and write a final report for FSD.  Most of this must be done before Wednesday.  Now you can understand why I haven’t blogged for the past week.

I’m really excited about the patient database, because it’s something that I think has great potential not only to help the hospital immediately but also for future interns to come and tweak to make even better.  Aside from making reports easier to create and keep track of patient histories in a more effective way, the network will also help because it will prevent the hospital from having to purchase huge amounts of official record books from the ministry.

This project, like all of the things I’ve been doing in the last couple of weeks, is primarily designed and implemented with a “ball’s in your court” attitude.  I began these projects obsessing about the community buy-in and how receptive the staff would be to using the network or retraining others in the community in emergency responsiveness.  Lately, though, I’ve come to realize that my conscience is clear if I give the community all the tools and resources it needs to be able to sustain the project.  I can’t control whether they choose to or not.  Why should I beg them to use a computerized network?  After all, it is designed to help them, not me.  I feel like my moral obligation ends at setting up the network, designing an easy-to-use database, and instructing them on its use and how it can make their life easier.  After that, I can rest easy knowing that I did everything I could to make their record-keeping more efficient, accurate, and useful.  It’s up to them whether or not they want to use it.

As much as I’ve loved my time here, I am looking forward to going back home.  This final week will hopefully provide some closure over the many ideas, projects, and realities I’ve had and faced over the past two months.

I’ll try to keep up blogging, but as you must understand my list of to-dos is extensive, so I make no promises.  What I DO promise, however, is that all my generous donors will soon have a full description of exactly what their money provided to the community and how thankful the community is for these donations.



Productivity

First off, I want to send out a huge thank you to everyone who donated to the emergency reponsiveness project at Iguhu District Hospital.  Thanks to your generosity, the project raised a total of $1,100, which is beyond my fundraising goal.  This is phenomenal!  I’ll be posting regularly about the progress of your funds and the project as a whole.  Again, thank you so much for donating!  And if you missed the fundraising end date but still want to donate to projects like mine or FSD in general, please peruse the FSD website!  There are interns like me all over the world who would appreciate your donation and could implement truly sustainable change in developing communities!  Your donation can truly make a difference!

RECAP OF THE DAY: Woke up, went to training, people were late, talked about trauma patients, handed out the handout, left, went home, went to Kakamega, met with the carpenter who is going to make the stretcher/backboards, saw him make one, went and got different wood because the first one I got was too weak, tested it, it looks good, Damaris is helping me get belts to fix patients down, got foam to make temporary splints, went for a run, got caught in the rain, waited forever for the matatu to leave, we had to switch matatus halfway, only problem was we transferred into a matatu that was full, I had to stand up and lean over four people, got home really late, worked on budget for meeting tomorrow morning, going to Kisumu tomorrow to check prices and buy stuff, sleep.

REFLECTION

Today was a really productive day.  After training, I went into town to oversee the making of the first of six stretchers that will be given to Iguhu Hospital after the training ends.  The carpenter is really professional and very good at what he does.  I was pleasantly surprised by his understanding of my vague hand motions and terrible drawings – by the time I got there, he was almost done with one of them, and he took the changes I wanted to make in stride.  I was even foolish enough to doubt him at one point – we had a debate over the strength of a certain piece of wood – and I was proved wrong.  I can’t tell you how good it feels to leave a pretty important job with someone here and be assured that the person knows what he’s doing!

We have a meeting with Angie tomorrow morning to discuss the budget for the online fundraising.  I’m thrilled to report that the project raised $1,100, which is beyond what I asked for.  Thank you to everyone who donated!  I’m going to make sure the money goes to life-saving equipment that is complemented with thorough training.  It’s a wonderful feeling to know that so many people are willing to put so much of their own resources into developing this community with me.

Some of the money is going toward the construction of six stretchers/backboards.  They’re kind of a hybrid between stretchers and backboards, so I’m thinking of pursing a patent and calling them strackboards.  Unfortunately, judging from the multitude of pirated DVDs available here, I don’t think intellectual property is respected at all in Kakamega, so my patent will probably be useless.  I have some pictures of their construction posted below.

I’m a little nervous about tomorrow, because I announced today that I would not be there at the training and instead have asked my co-trainer (Charles from the CCC) to handle the training.  I left him with all the materials and briefed him on what should happen.  I really hope the training (a) still actually happens, and (b) goes well.  Given that a huge part of this project is the reproducibility of the training, it’s vital that Charles is able to effectively train his peers.  I anxiously await his report on Monday.

I’m off to Kisumu tomorrow to check the prices on Ethernet cable.  I need tons of it, because I want to network the five computers at Iguhu to form a patient database.  I’m still trying to get a handle on Access – my “fiddling around” with it yesterday didn’t go very well – but tonight I’m just going to focus on getting my budget done and working on the textbook I’m trying to write about emergency medicine.  I figure that the whole network project can’t happen if the Ethernet cable isn’t cheap enough, so I shouldn’t spend any more time trying to figure out Access until I’m certain that the network can actually happen.  If it can, guess what I’m doing this weekend?

Building the backboards/stretchers

Building the backboards/stretchers

The carpentry shop

The carpentry shop

Making Supports

Making Supports



Vital Signs

I just realized that the title of this blog post could be something really intense/have a much deeper meaning.  I wish today was that eventful.  Unfortunately, it’s just a reference to what we covered today at the morning training session.

RECAP OF THE DAY: Woke up, went to training, came back, worked out, took bath, got a call from Angie, Kirsten and Erin are at Iguhu for a meeting, meet with them, get the official rejection letter from FSD (flashbacks from college app days…), talk about stuff, go home for lunch, come back, work on computer, go home, take a long nap, dinner, sleep.

REFLECTION

Today was pretty uneventful.  I read exactly what FSD thought was wrong with my grant.  I’ve posted both my grant and the letter I received today below.

Grant:  Khanna_Grant

Letter:

June 19, 2009
Dear Arjun,
Thank you for submitting your grant proposal titled Iguhu District Hospital to the Foundation for Sustainable Development.  The FSD Grant Fund receives many proposals for great projects like yours from Latin America, East Africa and India each year, and due to our limited resources we are only able to fund a portion of the proposals we receive.  Unfortunately, at this time your project has not been chosen to receive funding.
Your proposal was well written, and the evaluators felt that your project has a lot of potential.  But we want to offer some suggestions on how the proposal could have been strengthened:
Providing a Government Service: FSD is careful to avoid providing services that the government should be covering.  While we understand that it’s frustrating when the government does not provide the necessary services, it’s important not to set up a parallel system and thereby free the government from their responsibility to their citizens.  While we felt the overall project concept was good, we would have liked to see a stronger advocacy component.
I hope that you will choose to submit your proposal to other funders, pursue independent fundraising, and/or explore creative ways to achieve your project’s goal with available resources.  Your grant packet includes a list of international grant making organizations; also, many of our interns have had success with sending project proposals to their friends, family and colleagues back home.  Your site team can provide you with more information on the process of receiving donations from friends and family for your project work via FSD.
Within one week, you will receive a detailed evaluation of your grant proposal.  We hope that the feedback provided in the evaluation will help you to hone your grantwriting skills, and will aid you and your host organization in developing and writing future proposals.
We wish you the best of luck with your project.
Sincerely,
Caitlin Drewes
International Programs Officer
Foundation for Sustainable Development

June 19, 2009

Dear Arjun,

Thank you for submitting your grant proposal titled Iguhu District Hospital to the Foundation for Sustainable Development.  The FSD Grant Fund receives many proposals for great projects like yours from Latin America, East Africa and India each year, and due to our limited resources we are only able to fund a portion of the proposals we receive.  Unfortunately, at this time your project has not been chosen to receive funding.

Your proposal was well written, and the evaluators felt that your project has a lot of potential.  But we want to offer some suggestions on how the proposal could have been strengthened:

Providing a Government Service: FSD is careful to avoid providing services that the government should be covering.  While we understand that it’s frustrating when the government does not provide the necessary services, it’s important not to set up a parallel system and thereby free the government from their responsibility to their citizens.  While we felt the overall project concept was good, we would have liked to see a stronger advocacy component.

I hope that you will choose to submit your proposal to other funders, pursue independent fundraising, and/or explore creative ways to achieve your project’s goal with available resources.  Your grant packet includes a list of international grant making organizations; also, many of our interns have had success with sending project proposals to their friends, family and colleagues back home.  Your site team can provide you with more information on the process of receiving donations from friends and family for your project work via FSD.

Within one week, you will receive a detailed evaluation of your grant proposal.  We hope that the feedback provided in the evaluation will help you to hone your grantwriting skills, and will aid you and your host organization in developing and writing future proposals.

We wish you the best of luck with your project.

Sincerely,

Caitlin Drewes

International Programs Officer

Foundation for Sustainable Development



A Moral Obligation

Note:  While this post was uploaded on June 22, 2009, it was written on June 21, 2009.

RECAP OF THE DAY: Woke up, went to town, worked out, went to the market, went to Yakos, bought a bunch of DVDs to watch, came home, relaxed, talked to everyone at home, watched a chicken get slaughtered, feathered, cut up, and cooked, I was still hungry, ate it, work, sleep.

REFLECTION

First of all, I’d like to thank profusely the donors to my project that have already showed overwhelming support for the emergency responsiveness program.  I assure you, your donation will make a difference, and I’ll be sure to keep you updated about what is happening at Iguhu District Hospital.  For those who would like to donate, a project description and online donation link can be found here.

Second order of business – my grant decision came back on Saturday, and unfortunately it was not funded.  As promised, a detailed evaluation has been filled out by the grant review committee, and I am scheduled to meet with Angie tomorrow to look over this evaluation.  I’ll be sure to post it here.  Moving forward, though, this makes my online fundraising even more critical.  The original $500 fundraising goal has been raised to $1000.  Every bit counts – again, a dollar goes a long way here – so anything you can contribute would be extremely helpful.

Because the grant decision came out negatively, I’m also in the process of deeply re-thinking the project and re-assessing the needs of the hospital.  Perhaps you can help me; I’ll talk about my dilemma here.  The original project was designed to train Iguhu staff on all the major practices they need to be trained on in order to respond to emergency situations, so the ultimate goal was to leave Iguhu with at least one set of trained staff ready to respond to either trauma cases (like a car accident) or medical cases (like chest pain).  As it turns out, most of the equipment required for trauma cases is much cheaper than the equipment that medical cases require.  My dilemma is whether to go ahead and purchase these things for the hospital and train them on their use or to just focus primarily on trauma cases.  The reason why this is a debate, in my mind, is because your normal 911 system whereby people can call for ambulatory assistance from their home is at least 10 years away, given the massive shortage of monetary and human resources.  That means that what the hospital is really going to be seeing will be trauma cases (and specifically, car accidents).  So is it worth it to buy supplies for medical cases?

This question is complicated when you consider some of the other needs that could be fulfilled in the hospital.  I’ve talked about the admirable CCC staff before; they need a laptop to log patients electronically, especially if I succeed in my mission of getting them permission to use hospital vehicles for village visits.  So, nebulizer to treat severe asthma in an ambulance, or laptop for CCC use?

I think what this goes to show is that it’s difficult to focus on the long term (10+ years) when you see so many short term needs that could be filled.  What I’m leaning towards is biting the bullet and doing everything for the emergency training, because I feel like it’s unfair to me to judge whether the capacity to handle medical cases is needed by the community before the capacity itself is there.  It’s one of those things where you’re never really sure how many people would call an emergency vehicle from their home in response to a medical condition until people have the option of calling such an emergency vehicle.  While there might be other needs – just as pressing, maybe – that could be filled, focusing on one task and making sure the hospital is equipped for the long term is in the best interests of everyone involved.

But I’m still not sure.  I need to write up a new budget for my online fundraising by tonight, so hopefully I’ll have it figured out by then…

Now I’d like to turn to a highly controversial, ongoing discussion in international development work.  I’ll take this time to present the topic here, because I think it’s something that everyone involved or interested in international development should think about.  Most of all, I’m greatly interested in what your opinion is on the matter.

The origins of the issue stretch as far back as the first (and sometimes the most offensive) question:  Why is it that we citizens of “developed” countries should care about or be motivated to act upon the conditions in the “developing” world?  When we read about hunger, poverty, AIDS, or malaria, why should we do anything about it?  What makes these things our problems, and why should we feel the need to send some of our own resources to the developing world to alleviate them?

Answer this question for yourself – it’s more difficult to articulate an answer than you might think!  Most of us take this question for granted and consider it too horrifying to even consider.  “Of course we should help,” people say.  But why?

There are two answers that I’ve heard to this question.  The first is based upon human emotion.  When we hear about millions of people dying of starvation of malaria, we are outraged.  Given that there is something we can do about it, we are motivated to act upon these problems by the idea that every human deserves some basic level of freedoms, and among those are freedom from hunger and freedom from disease.  It’s a valid point.  The roots of our desire to alleviate these problems stem from a belief in charity – we say that since these people are unable to help themselves, we should help them because doing so preserves the sanctity of life and maintains the human rights that we believe should be afforded to everyone on the earth.

The second answer is virtually the same as the first but adds that we have the obligation to perform development work because all we are really doing is undoing the detrimental effects of colonialism; in other words, given that many countries in the Western world played a large role in slowing or stopping the infrastructural growth of developing countries during the colonial period, it is only fair that we now help build the infrastructure that we prevented from sprouting.

Both of these responses fall under the umbrella of the concept of a “moral obligation” to help.  We have a moral obligation to assist and sponsor development work, so we do.  And up until now, everyone is basically on the same page, including myself.

But the question I would like to leave you with is this:  when does our moral obligation end?

A big example is the HIV epidemic.  Even after setting up free testing centers and offering free ARV treatment to those individuals found positive, we find that people still choose not to get tested for a variety of reasons, all of which center around a cultural stigma associated with the disease.  Jonny Steinberg, in his work Sizwe’s Test (2008), says, “When people die en masse within walking distance of treatment, my inclination is to believe that there must be a mistake somewhere, a miscalibration between institutions and people.”  Steinberg searches for this “miscalibration,” and makes for key realizations:  The first is a reaffirmation of Edwin Cameron’s conclusion – that people are scared of getting tested for HIV because of the stigma associated with having the disease (see Witness to AIDS, 2005).  Second, he finds that this stigma is greatly exacerbated by the fact that this stigma is applied onto you by people you know very well.  Third, he realizes that hesitancy to be treated sometimes springs from a feeling of cultural humiliation associated with adopting “white medicine.”  Finally, he discovers that procreation plays a critical role in the religion and culture of many societies, and that HIV is feared and ignored because it undermines a man’s virility and thus his spiritual success.

Sure, these findings are significant and elucidate many interesting aspects of the epidemic in Africa, but here’s the million-dollar question:  What should we do about it?

So here’s the question to ponder – after setting up free testing centers galore, offering free ARV treatment, having testing caravans go to individual villages, and urging the incorporation of HIV education in schooling, if we still find people refuse to get tested and deal with the disease, is there more to be done, or have we fulfilled our “moral obligation?”  Steinberg, Cameron, and many others have uncovered the real roots of the problem, which are largely cultural.  Addressing this problem at its roots will require a complete overhaul of the culture itself.  Is it our place to do such a thing?  Is it our responsibility?  Is it our obligation to do something about the “miscalibration between institutions and people?”  What if those institutions are Western constructs, and the people are locals whose culture and beliefs are unlike anything we know?

The more I think about it, the more circular the discussion becomes.  Yes, we have a moral obligation, and yes, we have set up institutions all over Africa (testing centers, counseling, ARV distribution networks) that we believe would work.  If they don’t, we have done everything we know to try and address the issue, so maybe our obligation ends there.  But what if we got the institutions wrong?  What if the institutions we established are badly “miscalibrated?”  Is it our obligation to rethink them?  If so, how can we redesign them to fit a culture different from anything we know or truly understand?  And how can we rely on people of a culture in denial about HIV to invent these institutions, if we must have them do it for themselves?

Essentially, the question is this – if an aspect of a culture needs to be changed, who should change it?  Is that a change that needs to come from within, or are our efforts required?

I’m terribly interested to hear what others think on this issue.  It’s important to answer these questions because the answers have massive implications in foreign policy around the world and might serve to point developing countries in the right directions in terms of long-term development.  Be sure to comment on this post to dish out your opinions!



Donate to a Worthy Cause

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Woke up in the middle of the night, tried to figure out why I woke up, felt something crawl up my arm, it then crawled across the back of my neck, I FREAK OUT, it’s the worst feeling in the world, couldn’t see what it was, slept badly, went to work a little late, carried some of the equipment I bought with me, had fourth training session, everyone thinks the practical parts of the training are really funny, I sit in the CCC most of the day listening to counseling of HIV patients, I got to record some of it, illuminating to see some of the questions some people had, inspiring to hear many stories of people living strong, went home, worked out, took bath, cleaned my room thoroughly, found a dead cockroach on my bed, found a huge cockroach in the shower, laundered my bedsheets, went back to work, got up-to-date on my training documentation, gave it to one of my co-trainers to look over, prepared a little for tomorrow’s session, went home, fetched water, boiled some water, chilled out, prepared for session tomorrow, found out that my online fundraising is up and running, work, sleep.

REFLECTION

Waking up in the middle of the night because something is crawling on you is the worst feeling in the world.

In other news, my online fundraising campaign is up and running!  The link is here and the project can be read about here.

I’m going to spend this whole blog post talking about why you should donate to this project.  The most important reason I think you should donate is that this project focuses heavily on the concept of sustainability and skills development rather than just aid.  This idea is the cornerstone of FSD and is one that is exemplified by this project.  It focuses intently on training the staff on emergency medical practices and much less on donating anything.

The training has actually started, and it’s off to a fantastic start.  We’re getting great turnout, and trainees are really excited about what they’re learning.  Keep in mind that the training incorporates not only doctors and nurses but also non-medical personnel such as registration desk attendants, drivers, and security staff.  Given the limited human resources that the hospital has, it is extremely important for everyone to know how to respond if an emergency does arise.

This opportunity to donate should also excite you because you know exactly where your money is going and what it will be doing.  Have you ever wanted to do something for a developing community but hesitated to donate to a huge NGO for fear of your money getting lost in the bureaucracy?  Do you want the satisfaction of having hard evidence – pictures, personal interviews, and more – that your donated money actually made a difference?  If you donate to my project, I will make absolutely sure that I follow up with you personally and tell you exactly what your money is doing and how it is positively affecting the community here in Iguhu.

If you have any questions, concerns, or suggestions about the project or what your donation will do, please don’t hesitate to ask me by commenting on this or any blog post.  I don’t want anyone to blindly donate anything; please take the time to scrutinize the project before you decide to give.  I’m confident that you’ll end up feeling the same way I do about what Iguhu needs and how to empower the community itself to satisfy that need.

Again, the link is here, and you can read a little bit about the project here.

Thanks a lot for your time, your consideration, your donation, your reading this blog, and your commitment to development in this amazing community.

One last thing – just so I can keep track, if you choose to donate, I would greatly appreciate if you would shoot me an email at arjun.khanna@gmail.com letting me know who you are and how much you’ve donated.



The Halfway Point

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Woke up really early, worked out, packed a bag for trip to Kisumu, went to Iguhu, gave training, left immediately for Kisumu right after, went to Kisumu, drove around the city for an hour looking for Emily’s store, we finally parked at the New Victoria Hotel and demanded that someone come get us, the store turns out to be embarrassingly close to the hotel, we buy a ton of stuff, I ask where my store is, he finds it in a second, we drive straight there, I write down all the prices that they can offer me, I then go to the other medical supply store, I “let slip” the prices that the other store quoted, they reduce all of their prices, I then go back to the first store and “let slip” the prices I got from the other store, and they drop all of their prices, I buy, I celebrate, we go to the Green Garden for lunch, it is so good, we head back, we drop off Emily’s stuff at her school, we meet up with Guillaume and Liz in town, we meet a Massai while we are waiting, we talk to him, the girls go off to buy skirts, Guillaume and I get haircuts, it costs less than a dollar, on the other hand we both probably have lice now, we walk to the supermarket, I get some stuff from the office supply store, it starts raining, we disperse, I head back on the matatu, arrive home, take everyone’s blood pressure at home, work, work, sleep.

REFLECTION

Emily and I still anxiously await our grant decisions!  We understand how difficult the decisions must be, given the large number of summer interns that must be reviewed.  What we don’t understand is why it’s taking so long for online fundraising requests to be processed.  I didn’t think it would take two weeks for my request to appear on the website, but it’s still not up yet.

Emily and I headed off to Kisumu today to purchase necessities for our projects after an hour of training this morning on artificial ventilation with the hospital staff (the training’s going well).  We drive over and reflect on how nice it is to be sitting at a comfortable distance apart from each other and not have to be cramped in a tiny matatu with thousands of people crammed in.  Once we arrive at Kisumu, the ride gets less nice.  Neither of us have any idea where our shops are, and Kisumu is a huge place.  We drive around aimlessly for about an hour, kind of hoping that a giant textile depot will suddenly appear in front of us.  The odd thing, though, is that we repeatedly called the owner and handed the phone to our driver (Ken) to talk to him and find out where we are going.  Each of these conversations lasted about five whole minutes, and after each of them Ken hands the phone back and says “we need to ask someone” whereupon we ask a random person on the street where the store is.  They all stared back blankly at us, and spoke to Ken for another five minutes in Swahili.  The result?  “We need to ask someone else.”

Emily finally demands that we drive to a major landmark (the New Victoria Hotel) and asks someone to come get us from the store.  As it turns out, it is basically right across the street.  Embarrassed, we enter and then proceed to purchase items necessary for pad-making.  Yeah, they thought we were pretty strange after that.

I go to my medical supply stores, and through some clever manipulation involving forced direct competition between the two stores, I walk away with medical supplies at half price and a huge smile on my face.  Emily and I then drive over to the Green Gardens restaurant and have pizza, boneless chicken, and this mint lemon drink.  A phenomenal break after daily ugali, let me tell you.  We drive back and have a deep conversation about development in Kenya.  When we arrive in Kakamega, we call Guillaume and Liz and ask them to meet us in the middle of town to hang out.  While we wait for them, we meet a Massai and Emily freaks out.  She’s asking him all these questions, and he’s demonstrating how he can pull on the giant hole in his ears and it doesn’t hurt.  We meet up with Liz and Guillaume, and the girls want to shop for skirts or something, so Guillaume and I decide to get haircuts.  We find a barber and go for it.  Are we nervous?  Absolutely.  Thirty minutes later and we’re both sporting cool new haircuts that cost 30 shillings.  Yes – 30 shillings.  Two haircuts cost less than a US dollar; we were thrilled.

We walk around some more when it begins to rain.  This is the third time I have been in Kakamega and it has started to pour; aside from the discomfort, it is inconvenient because matatu prices seem to escalate dramatically when it is raining because they know you just want to escape from the downpour.  Fortunately, I asked a group of guys how much it would be, and one of them (obviously a newcomer) actually told me that it was 50 shillings.  The others started yelling at him as I happily hopped into the matatu and had an extended conversation with a man who had the worst breath I have ever had the misfortune of smelling.  Apparently, he is Obama’s cousin.  I’m pretty sure everyone here thinks they’re Obama’s cousin.

I head home, then, and start working on tomorrow’s training session.  I’m also excited because Charles has invited me to attend some HIV counseling sessions.  I’m starting to organize the CCC data for them, and beyond that, I’m looking forward to being able to see firsthand what goes on behind these closed doors.



The Rubber Hits the Road

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Woke up really early, had to rush off to work to make the training session at 8:00 am, got there, no one was there yet, I was really upset, then everyone randomly showed up at 8:15 am, we started, everyone came to the training, it was really good, I felt a little sick after so I went home, rested until after lunch, Peter and company came to visit to make sure I was okay (aaaw), we talked about my projects, went back to work, started typing up description of the training, worked on patient waiting time survey, the data collection is finished, now all we have to do is analyze everything and write the report, I posted a memo to the hospital about the waiting time survey, people seemed really interested in it, had an interesting discussion with Charles Aluvisia about the Comprehensive Care Clinic, came home, started working, going to sleep early because of training tomorrow morning, going to Kisumu tomorrow to get some equipment, hopefully the grant results and online fundraising starts soon, sleep.

REFLECTION

I’m glad to report that the emergency responsiveness training is off to a good start.  People seem interested, especially the non-medical staff, so it’s looking good.

I had an interesting discussion with Charles Aluvisia today, a man I have come to respect greatly at the hospital.  He’s an elderly guy who works as a volunteer in the Comprehensive Care Clinic.  He is HIV-positive and has dedicated himself to counseling other people living with the disease, connecting people with the disease to form support groups, and ensuring that people with the disease adhere to their ARV treatment.

To overcome the cultural stigma associated with HIV is one thing, but to then dedicate one’s life to supporting others with the disease – all for no pay – is something else altogether.  Charles and other volunteers at the CCC are the most spirited group at the hospital.  In fact, during the patient waiting time survey, the CCC turned out flawless timecards and had almost 90% of their patients return them.  Compare this to the 70% of patients who returned cards from the outpatient ward and the fact that half the cards we got were not filled out correctly.  The only difference, really, is the mindset and the work ethic of the people involved.  Charles is always excited to be at the hospital and is putting in a ton of effort into co-training with me.

Seeing someone I respect then talk to me about the discrimination he faces on a daily basis even within the hospital makes me really upset.  He and the other volunteer counselors that work in the CCC are not allowed in the hospital kitchen; they related to me a story about how they were yelled at for getting a cup of tea from the hospital canteen, and they showed me a posted sign that prohibits CCC volunteers and patients from entering the kitchen.  If this kind of ignorant discrimination can persist in a hospital, where people are fully aware of how HIV is transmitted, can you imagine what kind of treatment these people receive in the community?

I wanted to do something for Charles and his team of volunteers.  My desire is to get them on the hospital payroll, something they deserve, especially since they serve more patients than most of the rest of the hospital staff on a daily basis and have positively affected more lives.  What did they say when I asked them what they would like?  A motorbike.  Why?  So they can travel to remote areas where HIV-affected individuals live to counsel them, make sure they adhere to the ARV treatment, and deliver medication.

We’ll ignore for the time being that these people – who probably need money the most of anyone I’ve met so far, given that they earn literally no money – asked not for money but instead for a tool to expand the scope of their public service.  We’ll focus instead on the specific thing that they asked for:  a motorbike.

As it turns out, there is a shiny new motorbike locked away in the hospital garage that has been there since I arrived at Iguhu and has not moved in the three weeks I have been here.  Apparently, the Ministry of Health Services gave four of these things to the hospital a while back to use during public health trips.  One of them is in use, and given that the hospital owns two large vehicles which are more often used for public health trips, this particular motorbike is never used.

I tell this to Charles, who knows about the motorbike.  The thing is that the motorbike was given to the hospital for use by “the hospital staff.”  When “they” got the motorbike, Charles tells me, the use of the motorbike by the CCC was out of the question, because he is not considered one of “them.”

I am outraged at this on many levels.  Charles and his team of volunteers are single-handedly attacking a continental epidemic on no pay.  They see dozens of patients a day, host counseling sessions, distribute ARV treatments, test CD4 counts, keep diligent records, connect patients with others, and more.  It is outrageous to me that they are not considered hospital staff.  I can identify ten individuals who work at Iguhu who do less work than anyone in the CCC but are paid.  So it is ridiculous that CCC volunteers have to donate their time in the first place, but it is even more preposterous that they are denied the tools they need to serve the community better.  It’s as if the hospital doesn’t even appreciate the time and effort that they put in.  Let me tell you something – these people are pillars of public health in the community, absolute pillars.  And at Iguhu, they are taken for granted and abused for no reason.

I get along with the Iguhu staff pretty well.  I like everyone, and everyone is okay with me.  There are a lot of things that I disagree with about the hospital, but I hold my tongue, keep my head down, and do what I can.  But this is the battle I have chosen!  I’ve decided to organize all of their data, analyze it, and demonstrate empirically how valuable the CCC volunteers are.  I’m then going to present it to hospital administration and as many members of the Ministry of Health Services that I can.  I’m also going to MAKE SURE that the volunteers are allowed to use the random motorbike that the hospital has.  This cannot stand.

Even if you look at it from a “sustainable development” point of view, this is terrible.  We’ve talked a lot about avoiding aid and moving toward development.  Iguhu is relying on aid – donated, free time – to handle the AIDS epidemic that continues to rage across the country.  That’s not sustainable.  It’s time that everyone in the hospital affirms their dedication to fight the epidemic, not just those who have already been affected.

In other news, the border that I helped build in front of the hospital has begun getting painted.  It looks good!  Check out the pictures below.

 

Green and white border

Green and white border

 

...and more

...and more

 

...and more.  Feel free to tell me how great this looks.

...and more. Feel free to tell me how great this looks.



The First Day of Training

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Woke up really late, worked out, went to work, checked email every ten seconds for grant decision (supposed to come out either today or tomorrow), prepared for the first training session this afternoon, made copies of course objectives, worked on patient waiting time survey, we’re done collecting data, need to start analyzing it and writing it up, it started pouring at 4:00 pm, delayed start of training, everyone came together at around 4:30 pm, there was a good turnout, passed around a sign-up sheet, started talking about course introduction and schedule, everyone voted to have training at 8:00 am, I have to get up really early tomorrow, we finish, I come home, I have to write up a detailed account of everything that was said at the session, I’m basically writing a textbook, I prepare for tomorrow’s session, I make a plan to go into Kisumu on Wednesday to buy medical supplies, work, work, woooork, sleep.

REFLECTION

I could not have asked for a better first day of training!  The hospital administration core team – the hospital administrator, the clinical officer in-charge, and the hospital matron – all showed up and mandated that everyone come to all the sessions.  Awesome!  They also mandated that training would start every day at the ungodly hour of 8:00 am.  Not so awesome.  Ying and yang, I guess.

Anyway, I go over the training objectives, and everyone seems pretty into it.  Granted, my translator had some emergency thing to do in a neighboring town, so it is entirely possible that nothing I said was understood.  Luckily, today was just an introduction; tomorrow is when the medical stuff starts, so it’s especially important for a translator to be there.  If mine doesn’t show up, I’m just going to get a volunteer to do it for me.

I’m really excited about the training, though.  Looking over the objectives, I must say that this training is a very useful first step in the development of the emergency medical infrastructure.  Additionally, I’m getting happier and happier about everyone’s response to things that I’m doing.  In particular, Renson, a nurse at the hospital, has told me that once the patient waiting time survey study is finished and written up, he plans on implementing the same methods and analysis on other health centers in the area.  He also has indicated that he would like a copy of the training documentation (my “textbook”) so that he can help train other health centers.  It’s that kind of internally-motivated dissemination of service that every volunteer dreams of, and it provides a warm reaffirmation that the stuff I’m doing might just be here to stay.

I’ve made a plan to go to Kisumu on Wednesday after training (at 8 in the morning) to get some materials.  At the session today, I explained the overall strategy of the training – how we hope that the training will convince the government to pour more resources into Iguhu so they won’t have to rely on outside sources for funding for emergency medical equipment.  Everyone seemed to agree.  In any case, I need some materials to be able to conduct training on how to use some vital equipment, so the trip to Kisumu should be good.

I caught this weird flu-like thing this afternoon that went away this evening.  It turns out that catching an illness in a hospital is the most dangerous thing ever because everyone around you has a different diagnosis and prognosis.  I had a VCT counselor, a pharmacy technician, a lab technician, a nurse, and a clinical officer all tell me what I should do, and all of their plans were wildly different.  In the end, it was the registration clerk that was right – she told me to wait it out, which I did, and I was fine in four hours.

I have to go.  Patience is demanding attention and the cat wants food (what a surprise).



A Good Day

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Wake up really early, head into town to do some work and work out at a track that we located last week, I happen to meet Renson (a nurse from Iguhu) on the matatu, I also meet a man who educates people about modern farming techniques if there is chronic famine in order to increase their crop yields, he got a PhD from Colorado State University and is a Kenyan national and permanent resident, arrived in Kakamega, we couldn’t go to the track because they were having what seemed to be church there, we went to the shady track we used the day before, no school so no one was there to let us in, we go towards a hotel and see a bunch of people trailing a bull with sticks and machetes, it turns out the reason we couldn’t run at the track was because they were having a bullfight, not church, we end up at a “reformatory” school in Kakamega, we ask permission to work out on their field, we lock our bags to a goal post, we start working out, everyone’s looking at us, we invite the kids to come join us, at the end we play soccer with them, I buy a watermelon from the market on the way back and start eating it, I go back home, start making quesadillas for lunch, it’s a disaster, the cheese tastes awful here, the guacamole was really good though, I start prepping for fajitas for dinner, Mama Joyce’s sister is visiting from Khayega after church, she leaves, we have fajitas, they are amazing, I could put Chipotle out of business, everyone’s stuffed, work, sleep.

REFLECTION

Today was a really inspiring, great day.  It helps that I say that while I am full of delicious fajitas, but really, today was great.  I woke up really early – at 3:30 am – because my mosquito net fell down on me.  I fixed that issue and went to sleep again, but fifteen minutes later my cell phone started dying and emitting intermittent beeps.  At 4:00 am.  I groggily wake up, grope around for my phone, and start looking through my stuff for the charger; I accidentally knock over my aluminum waterbottle and it clangs to the floor violently as I cringe.  The roosters start crowing, the dogs start barking…the Muliro house has been woken up.

I head on over to Kakamega for an early-morning run and work at a print shop.  On the way, I bump into a guy who starts asking me about my work at Iguhu and tells me about the work he does educating people about modern farming techniques to increase their crop yields in times of famine.  It turns out this guy is a PhD from Colorado State University.

I know this type of person exists, but it’s difficult to explain how happy I was to learn that a Kenyan had made the decision to get a foreign education and return to Kenya to work and serve.  There are many more like him, but as I have not seen any of them, it was an awesome feeling to meet and talk with him.  The “brain drain” phenomenon might be one of the most crippling to a country’s development, and it was refreshing and great to learn that higher education in the US had made its way to Kakamega, Kenya through this man.

We ended up working out at a school where street children are taken in and reformed.  While we were playing with the kids, one of the school’s staff walks up to us and advises us to put our belongings in her office next time because “she knows these kids” and she doesn’t trust them.  Maybe it’s naïve, and perhaps one day our trust in the kids will be shattered, but Liz and I decided that the kids were trustworthy and that our things didn’t need to be moved.  The kids didn’t take anything or even try to take anything; they were very respectful of us and our things, in fact.  It was nice to have our faith in these young kids upheld by their actions.

After I return home, I spend a combined total of six hours making Mexican food for my family (see previous post).  The quesadillas were a disaster – the cheese here is disgusting – but the fajitas were amazing.  I’m currently about to go to sleep on an exceptionally full stomach utterly satisfied after a great day.

Finally, I have decided on a topic to write a culminating piece on for my duration here.  The details are still being worked out in my mind, so I’m not going to post it here, but it will rock the foundations of US policy towards developing countries forever.

Tomorrow is the first day of EMT training at Iguhu.  I hope everything goes well!



DON’T feed the animals.

RECAP OF THE DAY:  Wake up really late, I deserve it for working so hard on my grant these past couple of days, work out, go to work, stop to talk to some friendly traffic police on the way, talk to them about my project, they like it, start accumulating a list of trainees, it looks like we’ll have about 30, I’m getting more and more excited about my project, finish the grant, submit it, enter in data for the ongoing waiting time survey, work on syllabus for training, work, work, meeting tomorrow morning in Kakamega, sleep.

REFLECTION

The Muliro household took a while to grow accustomed to my presence, but we grow closer every day.  While some might be inclined to believe this is a great thing in all aspects, I will presently explain how, despite this being a net positive, this also presents somewhat of a problem.

Subject A:  Small Dog.  This small dog is the cutest animal in the world.  It is small, has huge eyes, and has the most expressive ears I have ever seen on any animal.  They keep it locked up in a small dark shed because “it makes the other animals crazy.”  I wasn’t really sure what that meant until they let it out one night (they let it out every night) and I observed firsthand the personality of this creature.

The dog spends more time in the air than on the ground.  The minute it was released from its shed, it bounds up to Shide and jumps all over him, then it flies over to the other dog (who apparently is its father) and starts jumping on it.  Whenever the small dog is let out, the larger dog gets up, yawns, stretches, looks straight at me, and asks if I have any aspirin.  Think Stanley from The Office.  The small dog is barely half the large dog’s height, so it satisfies itself by repeatedly jumping on the large dog’s face.  The large dog is past the point of trying to run away and just stands there calmly to allow his son to get it out of his system.  If it persists too long, he growls and barks.  The small dog then flies (yes, he’s still in the air) away to all the other animals out in the compound, who have all curiously disappeared at the sound of the shed being opened.  The chickens run to the chicken coop, and I’m pretty sure they close the door behind them by themselves and lock the door from the inside.  The cat is beside himself.  It’s freaking out, running around the house, desperately trying to find a way in, often to no avail or not quickly enough – the small dog usually finds it and starts “playing” with it, i.e. trying to kill it.  The meows pierce through the night; when they stop, one is left to decide whether the cat has escaped or is dead.

 The small dog then flies (yes.) to the kitchen door and waits outside.  By “waiting,” I mean bouncing back and forth, much like how a boxer is constantly jumping side to side to always be at the ready.  Sometimes he sits down, but then all of his motion is concentrated into his face and ears, which start flapping so rapidly that he soon becomes airborne again.  If there’s a dull moment, he goes to the other dog to jump on it again.

Naturally, I am obsessed with this dog.  I can’t actually say it reminds me of Shadow, since Shadow spends most of his time passed out on his bed, so I’m not really sure why I like it so much.  In any case, I have taken it upon myself to befriend this dog, which as it turns out is the easiest thing in the world – all you have to do is have a pulse.

I made the terrible decision to feed the dog one day.  I have never seen this dog more excited, and I see this dog in its aforementioned state all the time.  I didn’t think it was possible for a dog to eat while jumping until I saw this animal.  Anyhow, since that time, the dog now thinks we are better friends than I do, so every time I leave the house at night, it comes flying toward me, expecting a treat.  It weaves itself between my feet and jumps at my hands.  I’ve tried yelling at it; it doesn’t work.

I have made friends with my favorite animal, yes, but as is often the case, a dog isn’t as cool as it first seems.

Subject B:  Cat.  Given the previous story, I should feel bad for this cat for being terrorized by the dog every day, but I don’t.  I will explain why presently.  We all eat in the sitting room every day; I twice, because I have

Subject C:  Cat

Subject B: Cat

lunch in the same area as well.  The cat has invited itself to every meal thus far and has meowed ceaselessly.  That would have been tolerable, but one day it decided to rub itself against my legs as an endearing gesture to try and win some ugali.  I’m weirded out beyond belief at this cat performing unspeakable acts upon my feet and throw it some ugali to get it to shut up.  I blink, and the cat is all over the ugali; the next moment, it is back.  I prop my feet up to where the cat cannot molest them and try to finish, but the cat’s still hungry.

 

Every meal, I have to give the cat some ugali or I will be killed by its glare.  It’s gotten to the point where if I even sit down, the cat is meowing.  The cat feels as entitled to my food as I do.  Its meows have gone from having a pleading tone to more a more demanding one in recent weeks.

Also, this cat eats more than I do.  It is amazing to see a creature that barely weighs maybe 15 pounds to be able to out-eat me, a 175-pound 18-year-old male, but this thing does it every meal.  My most recent strategy is to give it the hottest ugali that I can find; the cat is then satisfied that I have given it food but then can’t wolf it down like it usually does, so it takes a while for it to finish.  The only con is that I now race to finish my food against Newton’s Law of Cooling every meal.  If I had just kicked the cat out of the way the first time it asked for food, I wouldn’t have this problem.

Future interns:  DON’T feed the animals.

In other news, I submitted my grant proposal today.  I feel good about it!  I think I did a good job, and I’m looking forward to what FSD thinks.  The greatest part about the process is that we get feedback on our grantwriting, so even if it does not get funded, we see why and are able to review comments from the grant committee.  I’ve posted my executive summary below.  Wish me luck!

Executive Summary

The emergency response system to traffic accidents and other incidents in the Western Province of Kenya is minimal.  Currently, the system relies upon local police and good Samaritans with no medical training who are thus unable to either identify patients in need of emergency medical care or transport them to a health facility because ambulatory assistance is not available from most district hospitals.  Patient health following trauma deteriorates quickly if basic life support is not administered, and hospitals commonly refer emergency cases to other facilities after patients are received, meaning patients lose valuable time in situations in which celerity of medical attention is paramount.

This project will alleviate these issues by empowering medical and non-medical personnel at Iguhu District Hospital to deliver basic life support and ambulatory services.  Through training and enhancement of the capacity of the organization, staff will be able to:

  • Provide basic life support services to patients on the scene
  • Refer patients directly to the appropriate facility from the scene
  • Manage patients in transport to prevent deterioration of patient health en route
  • Communicate and coordinate response efforts with other hospitals
  • Train other members of the community on basic life support services 

The successful completion of this project will positively affect the health of the community by greatly improving the quality of the healthcare that victims of trauma receive; it will also develop the emergency response infrastructure of healthcare institutions in the South Kakamega District.  Furthermore, it will instate a system whereby the Kakamega Provincial Hospital can efficiently communicate with Iguhu to better coordinate response efforts among the two facilities.

The requested $675.34 in funds will provide critical emergency medical equipment, initially for use in the training of hospital personnel, and later for use during real emergency situations in the South Kakamega District.  These funds are essential for the success of the project because the development of skills associated with the use of emergency medical equipment is among the most important aspects of emergency medical service delivery.  The project is sustainable because it constitutes a transfer of skills and facilitates subsequent transfer of skills.  It will not only train Iguhu personnel on these life-saving techniques but also encourage and prepare Iguhu personnel to disseminate those techniques to the community in the future. 




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