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Mark, Christina, Julie, and Ellen braiing at Kabula! |
After a lovely weekend that ended with a fun braii with the
PPB crew (I didn’t remember that it was Memorial Day weekend, but I guess we
could say we were celebrating!), I headed to my second clinic today. I went
with Ellen, our 2 nurses, and our stellar driver Horris out to Nkhati, one of
our smaller clinics, tucked away at the Nkhati Health Post off the main (dirt) road
that makes up the hub for market stall and shops in this rural,
rice-and-bean-farming part of the country. The nurses thought that some mothers
wouldn’t bring their kids today because it’s harvest/planting season and they
are all very busy in the fields, but we were able to see all the returning kids
and even enroll a number of new kids this morning! One Granny even brought her
grandchild to clinic since the child’s mother was harvesting. I was impressed.
After getting the MUAC (middle-upper arm circumference, it’s
a measure for child malnutrition) for the kids as they came in, I helped with a
few squirmers at the baby scale. One rather chubby kid kept climbing off the
scale and crying, but I managed to calm her down :) Thankfully I
managed to not be manning the scale
when one tiny baby laid down and just peed everywhere.
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The last mother at clinic finishes feeding her child Chiponde before heading home |
Once all the kids were seen, we packed up and headed back
towards Blantyre. Not only did we get to drive through a river (Oregon Trail
throwback!), we also got stuck in rural traffic – a herd of cattle that clearly
had the right of way. Definitely makes the ride home worth staying awake for!
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Gridlock on the way home from work... |
This afternoon, after a nap (moquitoes buzzing incessantly
inside my mosquito net and trains lurching through the city late last night meant a nap was definitely in order today), a run, and some data entry (my 5-minute attention span could
use some serious endurance training for data entry. Each measurement has to be
recorded in a database – for every single visit the child made to the clinic –
and then double-entered into another database), I had the exciting task of
helping pack stool and urine samples from a past study. The glamours of public
health work!
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Malawi v Zimbabwe! |
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Chrtistina, Julie, Alex, Emron, and Mark at the match! |
OH! One other thing. I’d like to teach our
gardener/housekeeper here how to compost so that we don’t throw all of our food
waste into the burning trash heap….anyone have pointers on how to do it? I
remember that citrus shouldn’t go in and eggs shells can…but any other
advice/creative ideas for how to get it started would be great!
Get a plastic container for the kitchen that has a lid. NO meat (or fat, etc). No ash from braii, or only a bit. Greens are important, grass clippings are good, leaves, straw; a bit of newspaper is fine. Keep it damp, and turn occasionally. Probably should ask Ken. :)
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