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Saturday, 12 June 2010

Random Anecdotes

[17th May - 23rd May 2010]


- I had my first technological nightmare this week iDART, our pharmacy dispensing software, [i.e. the program I rely on for EVERYTHING] broke. I wanted to cry – if iDart or the laptop stops working, I'm not really sure what I'd do!Then the tablet label printer was jammed and the main computer just kept on restarting itself – the three broken machines were all lined up on the desk like some sad parade designed to ruin my day. Anyway, I phoned up the computer geniuses in Cape Town and after six hours of phone calls over two days and this cool thing where they controlled the laptop over the internet, iDart was fixed. Sadly, despite also unjamming the label printer, the main computer is still enjoying an endless cycle of turning on and off so we are writing all our labels by hand...
Techical fail



- We had another pizza night for Kate's birthday, once again filling up a giant table at Papazela's. Nomonde even made her a cake, good times!

Kate


- I came home from cell group on Wednesday to find Sam had made banana bread. However, turns out it wasn't as good as it sounded when Sam said, 'I made some banana bread but I accidentally cracked a rotten egg into the mixture, but then I cooked it anyway...' Now that's real Transkei baking :)
Why we love Sam!



- After working late on Thursday night, I stayed over at Liz and Lisa's. They said they had a toothbrush for me since I was there so much – turns out it was one of mine, left there from the time when Sam and I moved in. They, however, didn't know that, and were just going to give me a random toothbrush they'd found! Gooooooood times!



- I worked all Friday afternoon until there was a powercut and I had to fumble my way out of the pharmacy/bat cave in complete darkness. The generator had stopped working again so OPD was pitch black meaning that Jo [who was on call] was seeing patients by the light of her mobile phone! I fortunately had the pharmacy laptop with me so used it as a slightly more effective light – one poor woman came in looking awful and was diagnosed with meningitis in the dim glow of the screen: another epic win for rural medicine!
 
 
xx
NB: I WILL catch up this blog soon!!!

Epic Days and Nights: Part II

[16th /17th May]








Saturday won't take long to describe: Sam and I stayed in the rondavel all day in our pyjamas, watched House and made banana bread. I did feel the need to go outside at least once so headed over to Lisa's and took her some of our banana bread [Sam and I are all about sharing ;)]







On Sunday I had agreed to go to the local Xhosa church with Asanda so headed up there for the 11am start. Or more like, the 11am standing around session – when I arrived there was about eight or nine women standing chatting who all stopped to greet me and shake my hand. I joined them in their standing around and tried to make some kind of sense of their chattering [I figure I should be getting the hang of isiXhosa by now!]. After a while enough people turned up for us to start and I was shown to my place, right next to the pastor's wife who had agreed to translate the sermon for me. Asanda had forgotten to show up to I found myself alone in the church. It was a little odd being the only white person there and sitting at the front with the respected older women of the community.


The older women of the congregation and Mama Mfundisi





We started with some hymns and surprise, surprise, there was a rousing rendition of everyone's favourite hymn number 74. I've now heard it so many times that I know the words:



Mnqamlezo! Mnqamlezo!

Ndoqhayisa ngawo;

Ndide ndizuz' umphumlo

Ekhay' ezulwini



Or something spelt remotely similar...







After that there was time for everyone to pray and as is customary, everyone prays out loud at the same time. If you imagine sitting in a room where you know very few people, with your eyes shut and all of them shouting at the top of their voices in a language that you don't understand, that's what the experience was like – mildly frightening! The sermon was delivered by a very charismatic young guy who liked to shout and wave his arms around [also mildly frightening at times] and as far as I could tell it was on the subject of 'good people go to heaven, bad people don't', which I suppose is fair enough! Following that there were church announcements which included a notice of a football tournament that the Jabulani Foundation [the one I work for] was running. Since the person meant to be giving the notice was away I had to explain about the tournament, meaning I had to go and stand at the front of the church, introduce myself and explain about the tournament, fun times.







At the end of the service I got up to leave but the pastor's wife told me I must wait there a bit longer because the women of the congregation wanted to speak to me. Next thing I know, I'm back up in front of everyone, introducing myself [again] and explaining why I'm here in Zithulele. The women were all so supportive and thanked me endlessly for 'coming to make the healthcare here better' [because clearly I am singlehandedly doing that! [Not]]. They also thanked me for joining them at church because they want the local community to integrate with each other more. Then they offered to start finding me a husband and I knew it was time to head back home....

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

And I almost forgot...

Liz isn't leaving any more! Yay :)

Blogging fail

I realise I've been a bit pathetic with keeping up to date in recent weeks; between the increasingly chaotic ARV programme and spontaneous trips away I haven't got around to it. Here's a brief run down of what's coming up when I finally sit and write:

 - what it's like bring the only white person in church
 - more pizza
 - more births
 - more letters
 - getting an HIV test
 - spontaneous trip to Mdumbi
 - lots and lots of pills

And of course the usual helping of good times and epic fails!

With only 12[ish] weeks left the end is in sight and it's pretty bleak :( But many exciting things are on the horizon: Mum's visit, East London road trip with Lisa, Sam and I go on holiday...

Thank you to whoever posted the poem, it sums up things quite nicely for me :)

xxxx

Monday, 17 May 2010

Epic Days and Nights In The Rondavel: Part I

[An account of the 15th May]





Zandile, what a legend!





Friday was a very happy day in the pharmacy when Christmas came early in the form of a massive delivery from our friends at the depot. The highlight was definitely the 1200 containers of D4T which solves that major crisis [see prev. blogs] at least for a week or two! We also received 50000 paracetamol tablets that have to be prepacked into packs of 20, does it get any better? Oh, and how could I forget the 15 boxes of TB drugs that we welcomed with open arms! The entire pharmacy was filled with boxes up to head height – the extreme level of excitement that this provoked in me is testimony to the fact that I have been here a bit too long!!! After a little raid through the boxes to see what else was back in stock, we left the piles of boxes for next week's work [why not spread the joy until Monday?].


The back room AFTER [!] we'd cleared most of the stock





Asanda came over mid afternoon to teach us how to make traditional Xhosa bread. Turns out it isn't that difficult, you just chuck flour, warm water, sugar, yeast and a tiny bit of butter in varying quantities until it makes a gloopy dough. We left it to rise for a while and watched some of the latest TV series that we have stolen from Anita, Rome [the BBC one]. I'm not sure there's ever been a more violent, scandalous and disturbing depiction of life in ancient Rome, but oh well! Eventually, Asanda decreed that the dough had risen enough and said we should start to cook it. The bread gets cooked on a stove by putting it in a pan lined with an oil/flour mix, most bizarre. Due to the unpredictable and uncontrollable nature of our little stove, it got a bit chargrilled on the bottom within about 2 seconds, but eventually we got it settled at a nice heat.







That was until the power went off. For the second weekend in a row. [Good times all round.] Over the next three hours, our bread went through varying stages of being left on a cooling stove, being ignored on the worktop, being blasted on a gas stove, being serenaded by Beyonce tunes, being toasted on a hot plate with stones on it...I suppose it’s no small wonder that it ended up completely black on 90% of its surface area! We were in stitches the entire time at how much of [yes, here comes my favourite expression] a complete EPIC FAIL it was. Asanda tried to stab it to see if it was cooked in the middle but the knife just bounced off the outer crust – is that enough of an illustration of how burned it was? Despite the burning, Sam and I were determined to make the most of our beautiful/hideous creation and it actually turned out to be really good in the middle. Once we'd sawn through the 4-5mm layer of charcoal, the inside was the Xhosa bread we had come to know and love during our stay at Coffee Bay over Easter :)

Xhosa bread fail :)

"What day is it?

...and in what month? This clock never seemed so alive.






I can't keep up and I can't back down, I've been losing so much time.



~Lifehouse ”



I very much like that song, just in case you were wondering.



It's been a busy week!







Monday was a productive day at work and I managed to cross off a fair few of the things on my To Do list. It is SO good to have Bonga [our new pharmacist] here to get things up and running again in the pharmacy :D I got everything prepared for my second ever visit to Wilo clinic which is the latest place that we have expanded the ARV down referral system to. The first visit was a bit of a trial run as there were only 3 patients [compared to the 60-70 at each Mapuzi/Ngcwanguba day!] but at least it gave me a chance to get the system implemented.







We had long and competitive game of Frisbee, great fun as per. It's now getting dark really early at around 5pm so we have to play by floodlights which makes it pretty difficult to see the Frisbee [not helpful when you have little hand-eye co-ordination to begin with!]. After over an hour of very fast paced play, we ended with the traditional first to three contest, and then there was the weekly eat vs. shower dilemma before Grey's Anatomy at 7.30pm. Since Sam had made dinner, I chose eat :D Grey's is beginning to take things a bit far: a famous surgeon came in and demanded to be allowed to be awake during his own surgery – yeah, okay, that would be allowed! [But we still love it...]







On Tuesday I set off for Wilo with Etienne in the mobile dental clinic. I only had ten expected patients [next month it’s up to around 25 though] and half of them had already arrived when I got there. I was really impressed with the ARV counsellor there – she had made a list of all the patients for me, set aside a room, called them all in and dispensed their ARVs perfectly. It was miraculous considering the mass amount of mix ups that happened [and still happen!] at the other two clinics. Hopefully as we increase the clinic number gradually the Wilo days will become a really successful part of our ARV programme. It's especially rewarding to see this clinic work because I have been able to oversee the setting up and training of the counsellors myself :D







I spent the rest of the morning prepacking in the front seat of the dental truck while Etienne saw his patients. I had just fallen asleep with my half empty container of Ibuprofen when he finished up and we set off along the long road to Mqanduli to fill up the petrol tank. By the time we arrived back at Zithulele it was 4pm leaving very little time to get anything started in the pharmacy. We're having a major crisis in terms of vacolitres [the liquids used for drips] so I did the order for that then did all the remaining paperwork for Wilo before leaving the pharmacy at 5pm for the first time in absolutely aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages!


Life in the TK: kids beating goats



A pizza outing had been planned for that evening so we all met in the Plaza to arrange lifts. It then became clear just how many of us were going – it was a mass exodus from Zithulele as eighteen of us left for Papazela's in a convoy of four 4x4s! We arrived and rearranged the furniture to fit our giant group in: me, Sam, Anita, Etienne, Shannon, Marlie, Megan, Liz, Sarah, Bernard, Rob, Surabi, Pria, Asanda, Jess, JT, Ayanda and Mhla. The pizza was great as usual, overall a top night :)








Wednesday was Zithulele ARV clinic: with only 95 expected patients compared to last week's 146 it seemed almost manageable! Bonga and I worked together for most of the morning so that she could learn the ropes. Thanks to some serious ineptness at the medical depot, we are out of D4T AGAIN. There are very very few patients who don't take D4T as part of their drug regimen so everyone had to only get one month of treatment and is coming back next month, meaning that on that date, we will have all these 95 patients plus however many were given multiple months treatment in March and April – yay! We think that we might be able to get round it by prepacking for the 95 patients so they can just pick them up without having the wait in the queue...providing we get some more D4T of course.


The dispensing table

After work we had Wednesday's Frisbee match, this time with some of Tom's friends as guest players. It was another extremely fast game during which one Frisbee was thrown out of the court never to be found again and another ended up in the sewage pit, much to Karl's despair [it was his favourite Frisbee]. I got completely flattened at one point when George ran straight into me as we went for the same Frisbee – Frisbee injuries are getting far too common, at least one person goes home bleeding/bruised each week!








After Frisbee, Jess, JT, Asanda and I did a beautiful rendition of an HIV/AIDs education drama as a practice run for a performance [which, after people saw this one, we will NOT be doing] at a local football match which aims to encourage people to take an HIV test. It was all improvised, but if there was a script it would look like this:







Jess [woman with multiple partners]: *dances around oblivious of her HIV+ status*



Me [the HIV virus]: *chases Jess in a menacing way*



Jess: *goes for an HIV test*



Asanda [the nurse]: *gives Jess some ARVs*



JT [the ARVs]: *jumps on my back, throws me on the ground and stands on my head, symbolically killing the HIV*







As you can see, the climactic scene got a bit violent! It brought those watching to tears [although sadly not because they were so deeply moved...] Anyway, after we'd recovered from that excitement and Sam and I had had fajitas for dinner [with homemade tortillas!] it was time for cell group. We had a long discussion about community – what it means in our context in Zithulele, the pressures of living in a place where friends and colleagues are one and the same, whether it’s possible to have a long distance community - all interesting stuff :)







On Thursday I got up and did some paperwork at home for an hour or so after falling asleep before completing it the previous night. I went up to ARV clinic around nine and it looked blissfully empty so the morning spent there was not so stressful. Lots of defaulting patients [including a few kids] came back much to my happiness so it was a very positive day in terms of that :) We did, however, discover that we also had seriously low stock of another two drugs so everyone was getting the bare minimum of ARV rations...again!







Anecdote of the day: Taryn saw a patient and noticed that their file number was Z5000; a little odd considering that we only have about 1400 patients in the system at the moment. After some investigating, it was discovered that the patient registration book had a unique numbering system: 1098, 1099, 2000....2098, 2099, 3000...3098, 3099, 4000...I think you get the idea! Bit of a basic counting fail right there - and that's reason number 837475 that I love working here so much :D







After clinic was over – and Zandile and I almost fainted when the last patient left before 5pm – we had a new extracurricular for Zithulele: ceilidh dancing. Our current medical student, Rob, is from Calendar so between the two of us we managed to get everyone down to the Frisbee court for a little taster session of everyone's favourite Scottish pastime :) There was a good turn out and after some rather amusing attempts we managed to get the Gay Gordons going. Having mastered that one [well, to be honest, there's just a tad more work to be done!] we moved onto a slightly more hectic dance and introduced Strip The Willow which tired everyone out considerably! It was a lot of fun and will hopefully become a regular fixture on the Zithulele extramural calendar, watch this space...



xxxx

Saturday, 15 May 2010

The Spirit of Zithulele: Braii, Rugby and Power Cuts

[8th / 9th May 2010]




On Saturday afternoon, Joff and Megan were hosting a braii at Orbi's white house at Hole in the Wall so I made my way there on foot. It's a great walk, especially when you come to the top of a giant hill and see the Hole down below you :D It took just less than an hour to get to the H.I.T.W beach then I slowly wandered along the road to the white house.

The view over Hole in the Wall



I was quite late because I walked so there was an enormous group of people there already: Megan, Joff, Joff's parents, the Le Rouxs, the Gaunts, Sarah, Bernard and some friends, Rob [our new medical student], his friend Euan, Jess, Karl's brother and Liz, her mum and her sister. We had a braai and I spent most of the time entertaining the Emma, Josh and Grace by playing a marathon game of hide and seek which mainly involved running around the garden and having mud thrown at me, fun times! :D







In the evening we played one of the most hilarious games of 30 seconds yet, then went up to Orbi's main house to watch the Stormers play the Sharks in the Super 14. With half of those watching supporting each team it was an enjoyable game to watch, especially with the legendary Karl Le Roux excitement reaching new heights. Sadly for Karl, the Sharks completely dominated the match but the Stormers held on valiantly to keep the score at 21-14 [or something like that!].







The next day I spent the morning washing all my clothes and then Sam and I watched a few episodes of Army wives. We had just finished making some bread dough for homemade pizza when another wonderful power cut came our way. Luckily, Liz invited us over to braai with her mum and sister so we decided we would make our bread on the fire, but by the time we actually arrived at her house, the power was back on so we just used the oven.







The power cuts continued all night but the Gatleys showed their braai skills and we had a lovely dinner :D Lisa arrived back from leave too and had acquired a copy of the Zithulele hospital promo video which makes everything here look so epic [think those videos they have on Comic Relief to make you donate] – it's getting put on the Zithulele website soon so when it is I'll post a link.







When we got back to our rondavel the power supply seemed to have temporarily stabilised so we settled down the final episode of Army Wives [which was NOT cool due to an extreme cliff hanger], then went to bed, weekend over.