February 9, 2011

2 Febrero 2011

They say that Peace Corps is riddled with life changing realizations.

Some you can predict: cold showers are something you will just never get used to, or that you really aren’t as tough as you thought you were.

Some are less predicable: like, who knew I have a strong distaste for alfalfa? Or, that I really am content alone for hours in a room with nothing but a book and my gohonzon, I don’t need tobe going a thousand miles an hour all the time.

I had a life-changing realization this week that brought me to tears more than once.

It was the first time in service that giving up floated through my mind, and it wasn’t because I didn’t think I could do it, it was because my hands were tied.

When I set out to climb an impossible mountain, I set my goal for the top. Even if I am told that I can only make it to 5,000 feet on this particular mountain, I set my eyes for the peak. Then, if I have to stop at 7,000 feet I am satisfied. I know I did the best that could be done. Even if I have to stop at 5,000 I know I have my all. I need to be sure to surround myself with people who function this way.

If I am working with someone who knows that only 5,000 feet can be reached, and doesn’t want to not enjoy themself and sets the goal for 4,000 feet I am probably going to have a nervous breakdown. It is only one climb, one week that you will remember forever. I say give it your all, endanger yourself a little bit for the beauty of the story and the richness of the experience. Especially, if you are doing good for the mountain on your journey.

Life changing realization: make sure you are volunteering with people who aim for the top, even when they know it might not be possible. It isn’t that I don’t respect those who take care of themselves, that truly is the smart thing to do. It just isn’t really me. Even though it is stupid, and me breaking my own back 5 years ago is proof of that, it is who I am, who I forever want to be, and how I accomplish the biggest successes in my life.

There have been multiple points in my life when my naivety and optimism have been put on trial. And each time, I refuse to become bitter. I grab a tighter hold of the impossible. I am going to keep my grasp firm as long as I possibly can. I have the utmost respect for those who protect themselves and those around them, I need them around me to keep me healthy every once in a while. But don’t you dare try to keep me down when I am up.


Especially don't mess with me when I am teaching

1 February 2011

Today I felt a flush of emotions as I watched the dentists make decisions.

In a situation like this, when you have more need than you can possibly handle there is a choice each doctor must make: Do you provide a triage-like service by curing what is the worst in each mouth and calling in the next patient quickly? Or, do you spend time on each mouth until it is perfectly clean and beautiful to the best of your ability?

There were both kinds of dentist in this campaign. I left the day deep in thought wondering which direction I would lead if I were a dentist. (long stretch, I know)

I found myself leaning towards working in each mouth until it is as clean as I can get it. Mainly because we are here in this particular campaign because these people don’t have access to dentistry. If we were to only perform triag, the patient would still need to seek out a dentist in the near future, something they can’t afford and probably wont do. So, in essence I wouldn’t feel like I had been any help at all, only prolonging the inevitable. But, producing as clean a mouth as possible might help them avoid seeing another dentist for years if they are taught how to keep their teeth clean.

But… what do I know. I am no dentist.



What I do know is that this campaign lacks sustainability. I need to meet with one of the directors of HBI tomorrow to express my concerns for it's lack of attention to the huge educational need here. If we 1) teach the people here how to keep their mouths clean, we won't need as grandiose dental campaigns and people can keep their teeth 2) in the meantime, we need to make campaigns cyclical so they happen more often and all those who need to be attended to are.


31 Enero 2011

After an entire night of nervous tossing and turning I finally just got up at 4 and began getting myself around for the first day of the dental campaign.

You might be asking what it is that I had to do with this dental campaign considering the fact that I am not up on dental at all.

I community organized.

HBI brought the dentists and the funding (woot woot!).

Quechua Benefit and HBI helped get the permissions from a National and State level (the brains and experience behind the campaign planning).

Peace Corps (yours truly) pushed the local permissions through so we could use the space in each pueblo’s health post with municipal support. I helped Quechua Benefit decide where to go based on community interest, need and accessibility. QB and I also got vans and housing donated for the dentists, then advertised like crazy.

It was quite an experience for me, because my now good friend, Alejandro, from Quechua Benefit taught me a ton about the system and how to build a campaign, with all the permissions you need, from scratch. And because I live in the canyon, I was the body that followed up in person with each nurse living in the health posts (at least twice, most locations three times).

In some towns the nurses were extremely excited about helping us and making the space provided for us accessible. Others, didn’t want the responsibility and weren’t quite so easy to work with.

We chose to begin the week with the towns farthest from the central city and work inward for a handful or reasons (eg. smaller populations that would be easier to start with, and if transportation is impossible due to the rains we can go to a closer town and travel to the ones farther away later in the week, etc.). But, we also took on the challenge that we wanted to go to towns that had never been serviced before. Usually, the citizens of the pueblos need to travel 1-4 hours by car, donkey, or foot to see a dentist. Our goal was to bring the dentists to them. Now, the reason there haven’t been medical campaigns in these towns is not only because of the long travel time, complete lack of resources like electricity and water, or because the people have so much need you couldn’t possibly help them all. It is because for some weird combination of reasons getting the paperwork to go through for the permissions or getting nurses to cooperate was a particular challenge. We wanted to serve these most under serviced areas with the biggest challenges and HBI gave us their blessing.

Our goal was successful. We did have to have one site change due to a complete lack of a nurse at all in one of the health posts on all three of my visits. But, we switched to a site that still has a huge need.

Our housing was donated by a Spanish governmental organization like Peace Corps (but not at all like Peace Corps) that has a little commune in Chivay. Four dentists, one hygenist, three assistants, and three coordinators/translators arrived in Chivay last night. The dental team brought everything with them from scrubs, to drills, to a generator, to water bottles. They even had foldable dentist chairs. All of this was organized by the dentists themselves and HBI. I have to say the equipment van was a pretty one even though the dentists still felt a huge empty space when it came to the advanced equipment they are used to in The States.

At 5:30am we all piled into the passenger van donated for the week by Medical Ministaries International. After a bumpy 2 hour ride we landed in the small village of Pinchollo. My stomach ached because no one was answering my cell phone calls to the health post. I worried (almost as much as my grandmother worries about me) that the nurse wouldn’t be there to open the doors for us and we would be left to serve the population on the dirt street.

But, she was there. Not overly compassionate or helpful, but she opened the doors and smiled when I remembered her name. She was my biggest challenge of all the sites we traveled to. In my first visit to her post I presented the campaign to her in detail, this was after QB and I had secured all the permissions from her superior. After explaining the details for about half an hour and feeling that the conversation was wrapping up she said, “It sounds fine, but I can’t confirm I will be here to open the doors for you that day. I have other priorities.” I about head butted the woman. I put a smile on my face and made an effort to kiss her butt, then wrote down her name and made sure to remember it the day we arrived. I got just the smile I wanted. She was very patient to watch us take over their space.

About 40 patients later they had performed a handful of extractions, fillings, and cleanings. The dentists had a car stall on their way back to Chivay, but I was in the equipment van scaling the muddy rain-ridden canyon to Madrigal to secure the space for the following day. As the dentists were pushing the van on one side of the canyon, Hubert, our driver, and I were waiting for the river to lower so we could cross in the van. Everyone arrived safely back in our bunks in Chivay about 4 hours later. Exciting start to the week!

January 30, 2011

30 Enero 2011

Today I head back to the canyon with a handful of dentists and hygienists for the free dental campaign (provided by Health Bridges Interntional, Quechua Benefit and Pace Corps).
I am nervous and excited.
Wish us luck and a successful campaign!!

January 27, 2011

27 Enero 2011

So the thought has crossed through my head, a few times, as to what it would be like to be in the United States right now. Mainly, because people ask me and I have to place myself in that imaginitive state to answer. But, usually, I don¨t gaze whistfully at the stars and daydream about being home. Usually, I love my job and I love where I live.
Today, not-so-much.
Nothing huge happened today. I came into the city a couple days ago for the presentation with the USA college students volunteering in Arequipa, and a couple meetings to coordinate the dentists arrival next week (there was some drama and a site change) and the nutrition lectures next month. Should be a prosperous trip and it has been.

But, loving folk have sent me letters and packages and the charades at the post office were played out yet again. But, this time I got there early, only had to wait in line for 2 hours instead of the usual 4, and the woman working remembered me and pushed me through quickly without giving me grief about my international paperwork. All seemed to be flowing smoothly until I arrived at the bank to pay the taxes on my grandmothers christmas present to me (a kick-butt indestructible camera). The poor attendent couldnt get his computer to recognize my credit card, and when he asked for help from his co-worker she looked at my face and the smile faded from hers. Having no interest in actually helping gringa she said I needed a pin to be able to use that card. She being utterly incorrect, I explained to the woman (working at the bank) the difference between a credit card and a debit card. She says I need a pin. Mind you, while she is talking to me she is mumblig under her breath so it is impossible to hear her and not looking at me as her hands fiddle with other paper work (typical Peruvian avoidence behavior).

At this point I pull out my card where I recieve my monthly pay and say, "look, I am a client of this bank, I live here in Arequipa, I am not a tourist. Now that you know that, will you be more willing to help me?" She looks at me a little defeated but with a half smile and says, " yes ma"am, pardon me let me go ahead and run that as a credit card for you. I should have known by your pierfect Spanish accent that you weren2 a tourist. In fact why don"t I just excuse you the taxes because you are here serving my country and you should be able to take pictures of the kids you are working with here. In fact, I will just go ahead and carry that box for you to a taxi and pay your taxi home, you shouldn"t have had to deal with any of this."

... yeah so that didn"t happen.

I didn"t have the guts to be rude to her. Instead she continued to refuse to look at me in the face or help me insisting I needed a pin for my creadit card. So, I went to another bank.
After waiting for another hour the kind assistant at my new favorite bank in the whole entire world patiently explained the the taxes have to be paid in cash and I would have to use the ATM. So, I ran over to the ATM and pulled from Daddy"s emergency account for me (oh, my lord, I am such an American brat). Back at the post office my darling postal worker friend, Gloria, did a little dance for me that I finally had the box of christmas presents from my grandmother in my very own hands. P.S. Gloria sends my family salutations, and I will tell her you all send the same.

Feeling enfuriated by this disfunctional system I was greeted by a street protest/riot that felt the same way! I got swept up in their crowd as I munched on my grandmother"s deliscious cookies in a completely different world than my neighboring whistle-blowing stick-carrying buddy. They try to look strong, but it is truly sad how weak the people are against their own government.
When I met up with Cesar he explained to me that in order to open a credit card in Peru it has to be connected with a bank account. I explained that is not the definition of credit, and he shrugged and said that was why the woman thought I could just put in my pin and the card would access my account instead of the credit line. What made me sad was that she works in a bank, that regularly has to work with tourists, and she couldnt explain to me in her own language why we were having a problem. The complete lack of training and education all over the country is tearing me apart bit by bit. Usually this enforces my desire to teach like a mad woman, but today was about the second time in my Peace Corps experience I just wanted to curl up in a little hole, plug my ears, and cry for the people here and my impotence to help them. I took myself to one of my favorite coffee shops, sipped my coffee, closed my eyes, and imagined myself in one of my favorite coffee shops in Austin with my enamorado by my side.

January 25, 2011

25 Enero 2011

Last night I presented facts about Peace Corps and people of the canyon to a handful of pre-med students from St. Olaf college. Half the population very interested, and half sleeping it was interesting to be in a room full of Americans for the first time in half a year. After living here you begin to forget what you thought before you came. What you knew, what you didn't know. It was hard for me to prepare the presentation because I couldn't guess what they did and didn't know or what they wanted to know.
So, I skimmed the surface and hope that I touched on topics that interested them.
Perhaps we even got a few Peace Corps recruits...

January 22, 2011

22 Enero 2011 take two

Thank you Jim Nutter

my handy cousin recommended I catch rain water myself instead of using the faucet that spits out dirt ridden brown colored water. BRILLIANT!

time to get creative...