Recently in Partner Site: Bolivia Category
I've now been in Bolivia for six weeks, and the last one was certainly memorable.
I'll get the negatives wrapped up fairly quickly:
- My driver's license was confiscated by Bolivian police because I wasn't carrying the hard copy of my passport when I traveled between Cochabamba and Oruro, but fortunately I reclaimed it after a tense encounter at the station.
- My wallet was confiscated by parties unknown in Oruro during the Carnaval festivities after I had foam sprayed in my eyes and was shoved from two directions. Unfortunately, the money was not reclaimed, but fortunately I was able to cancel my credit and ATM cards before anyone tried to use them. And fortunately Rachel was able to help me out via Western Union.
- I decided to drink juice of "canela" at Carnaval. When I got to the bottom of the glass, I realized that it just didn't taste right. Evidently my intestines agreed, and they protested vigorously for the next 6 days.
So my moral of the story is--"When you go to Oruro, bring your passport but not your credit card, wear a money belt, and consume only saltine crackers and Coca Cola."
Or just don't go.
Despite the above challenges, I am still enjoying my time here.
Before the Oruro fiasco, I accompanied one of the MAP teams to the village of Morochata, where I had previously failed to get to during heavy rains.
I observed and participated in a workshop where the staff of Morochata Hospital (functionally, a community clinic) learned about how to help parents take care of children with developmental disabilities.
The MAP team, "Aprendiendo de las Diferencias" (Learning about Differences), focuses on eliminating the stigma that often makes children with physical and intellectual disabilities second class citizens in their families and in society.
The team also wants to empower families to be the best caregivers and therapists they can be in order to maximize their child's potential.
During the workshop, I also demonstrated the maneuvers to evaluate for congenital hip dysplasia in neonates, though my model was a grown man.
On the other weekdays, I have continued to see patients at the clinic in Chilimarca. Thus far, I have seen over 260 patients, including many well child checks, respiratory and diarrheal illnesses, musculoskeletal injuries, and even a case of Bell's palsy.
Miguel, my last preceptor in the clinic, is no longer working there as of last week.
Instead, a new doctor named Gustavo started on Wednesday. However, on Friday he, too, was unable to come to clinic because of a renewed transit strike (giving me the opportunity to see 26 patients on my own, including 17 well toddler checks in a 2-3 hour span).
At this point, I have no idea whether the strike will still be on tomorrow. The issue is that the drivers want to raise the fare, but the people don't want the fare raised.
The drivers have a valid point--the price of gas is going up, the price of everything else is going up, they aren't able to make money at the current rate.
The people also have a valid point--they don't want to pay more.
Thus, the literal impasse--complete with road blockades on the weekdays.
Personally, this hasn't affected me as much because I live right next to the clinic. But it is wreaking havoc on schools, offices, clinics, etc.
The plan for Monday is to attend the weekly MAP team meeting and then get oriented at the Center for Children Who Have Been Victims of Sexual Abuse (CUBE). We will be doing health maintenance there later in the week.
With luck, transit will cooperate; otherwise, I may stay behind in the clinic. For the next couple of weeks, I'll be doing more rotating around the various MAP programs, pitching in where I can.
This past weekend, I went to the village of Tuini Grande, which, despite its name, is very small.
It is a very rural area past Morochata in a rugged and hilly landscape that is beautifully green (thanks to the last two months of rains).
I participated in a workshop about sorting trash into organics, combustibles, and toxics, and the MAP capacity-building team is going to go back in 2 weeks to help the community organize a clean-up and waste assortment effort.
We stayed at the home of Asunta, a health promoter I've written about previously.
She is a pretty amazing woman who does just about everything--gardens and farms, raises chickens, runs a knitting workshop, oversees efforts for water filtration and latrine use in her village, and provides health care to the children and adults in her community.
I can now also attest that she is an excellent cook, which was extremely necessary since we hiked 3 hours uphill to her village yesterday from the nearest accessible road.
(Incidentally, within the first 10 minutes of that hike, my left leg went knee deep into the mud, suggesting that I should spend more time looking at the ground than the gorgeous scenery.)
I continue to be impressed and humbled by many of the Bolivians around me who are working so tirelessly for their communities.
In some small way, I hope to approximate their energy and approach in the future. I am doing well, and owe that mainly to the help of my neighbors Emilio and Ada, who ensured my safe return from Oruro, loaned me money until Western Union came through, helped me get my driver's license back, and have been nothing short of guardian angels.
Big thanks also to my supportive family back home. Unfortunately, today's friendly internet cafe computer lacks a USB drive, so I am unable to share with you my most recent batch of photos. I will try to send them soon.
Much to my delight, Rachel gets here in one week and she'll spend several days seeing each of the programs here (clinic, school, CUBE, Capacitation, Learning about Disabilities) before we embark on a week of vacation around La Paz and Lake Titicaca.
Thank you for reading along.
I wish I could better capture my day to day life here. The last couple of weeks were good for me in that I am not romanticizing my experience as much as I was initially, but I still very much appreciate the opportunity to be here and to see an integrated model of health promotion in a resource-poor setting in action with all its incumbent challenges.
Being here has definitely been a transformative experience for me, and I hope to be a better doctor and friend when I return.
Best to all,
This blog post was authored by Brian Yablon, 4th year resident in the University of Minnesota Medicine Pediatrics Residency.
Well, I now have four weeks under my belt here in Bolivia, and I'm very glad that I made this a two- month rotation. It would be too difficult to leave right now, as I'm just getting into the swing of things.
I've been journaling nearly every day, but I won't subject you (or myself) to a public airing of all my thoughts. What follows, then, is a synopsis of my recent activities and a bit of editorialized reflection.
My second week here (which I've already written about) was a hodgepodge of activities, touring around the various projects here with the American visitors from MAP International headquarters, spending afternoons in the clinic. Touring around to the different projects has afforded me the opportunity to get a bird's eye view of the program that I don't think I otherwise would have had.
We were all gathered here to bid farewell to Jose Miguel and Stella, coordinators and spiritual heart of MAP Bolivia. They are traveling for the next 3 months on MAP business and will be based out of Baltimore during that time. We had a big party at Marienela's house to say goodbye (and eat, a common theme).
The past two weeks have been more down to business, with full days (8 am to 6 pm) in the clinic, with a noon-to-2 pm lunch break (during which time I've been eating with the school kids at the Comunidad Educativa para la Vida, where I'm a local celebrity).
This is where I eat lunch. There is a lot of noise and the kids rarely desist from running up to me, touching me, asking me questions, etc. I have since learned to stop carrying my camera to the cafeteria if I want to eat.
These are some pics of fun around the schoolyard, some kids posing and some au natural.
Clinic has been complicated by a couple of situations.
First was the abrupt and unexpected resignation of the clinic doctor (Pedro) during my second week. Second was the nationwide transit strike ("paro") that has been in effect for 7 of the last 8 weekdays, keeping the new clinic doctor (Miguel) from being able to get to work, since he lives more than an hour away by public transit and has no private vehicle.
Thus, it came to pass that I have been the only doctor in the clinic for most of the last two weeks. Our lab tech and pharmacist (Maruja) was also stuck at home because of the strike, which has lead to even more empiric treatment than usual.
From Tuesday through Thursday, a very nice pinch-hitter doctor named Erica was in the clinic to divide the work with me; in addition to her medical knowledge and skills, a key asset is a motorized scooter that enables her to commute to Chilimarca.
The news for Friday was that the strike was over, so Erica did not come in. Unfortunately, the strike was still on, so Miguel again could not come to clinic and I was again the only doctor (among the four of us--Pedro, Miguel, Erica, and I--I am the oldest).
During this time, the mornings have been filled with well child visits from the neighboring school.
We have been systematically working up from the daycare to the third grade so far, and are doing fourth through eighth grade this week.
Afternoons have consisted of acute visits and follow-ups. My personal record was seeing 31 patients and writing 31 notes last Thursday.
These groups of kids are waiting not quite patiently for their well child checks. Every morning sometime between 9 and 10 o'clock it's been akin to getting cluster-bombed with healthy children. Many days, I've been the only doctor around to see them.
These are three second grade girls who were reluctant to leave the exam room and go back to school, especially without a photo or three.
Teo, the clinic nurse, runs the show; she is unwavering in her dedication to her work and very on top of things.
On more than one occasion, especially early on, she has corrected my diagnoses and orders (i.e. "that's not varicella, it's scabies" or "that's not bacterial enteritis, it's amebiasis," with quotation marks not actually reflecting what Teo said, since all of our conversations are in Spanish).
These photos are from the second Sunday I was in Bolivia (Feb 13), when Teo and I did well child checks out in the community of Chilimarca and gave mebendazole to deworm 72 people.
Teo and Maruja also help me out a lot with the patients who predominantly speak Quechua. These are the patients who either politely nod or just stare when I am talking (responses I am also familiar with back home, but in a different context).
I've been spending a lot of time reading the Red Book, Harriet Lane, and some Spanish literature, and I definitely have been learning a lot both from the patients and from independent study.
Yesterday, Maruja was back at work despite the strike. We had two patients back to back with diarrheal illnesses. The first one had fever, pus, and small flecks of blood. I ordered a stool study (which I delivered to Maruja and proceeded to look at with her under the microscope). I said, "I think she's going to have amebas." Thirty seconds later, "Yes, here are the amebas."
The next patient had watery, foul-smelling diarrhea. The mother hand-delivered the freshly collected specimen, and I remarked to Maruja, "I think he's got Giardia." Thirty seconds later, "Yes, here is the Giardia."
There's something very gratifying about synthesizing what you've read and seen and using it to improve the way you treat patients in the clinic.
Being able to look under the microscope regularly is also a huge plus, and something we really miss out on in American medicine.
I would hate to leave you without a sense of some of my extracurricular activities.
Four friends I went hiking to Pairumani Park with during my second weekend. I went back to the park because of the incredible views.
Marivel, one of the new first-level health promoters, wearing Bolivian garb and picking flowers after our hike to Pairumani Park.
I have been itching to run, so last Sunday I ran around the large lake to the southeast of Cochabamba with one of my Bolivian neighbors.
His family then invited me to tag along with them for the day, which soon became what I can only describe as a gluttonous expedition, hitting up several markets from Chilimarca to Cochabamba, stopping at family members' homes to "say hello" (which meant being served hot, two-course meals), all before heading to the peach festival in Cliza, where the first sight was of dairy cows being milked into a glass, after which some hard liquor was added, and the drink (ambrosia) was sold.
This was the first time that I emphatically put my foot down when food or drink was offered to me in Bolivia.
My purple paper necklace commemorating that I am an honorary "compadre", despite my lack of fathering or baptizing prowess. There was a party on Thursday, Feb 24, for "El Día de los Compadres", a rough equivalent of our Father's Day but much more of an excuse to consume copious amounts of food.
I've made plenty of mistakes, and eaten things that I generally avoid in the US (e.g., meat), but drinking raw milk at a Bolivian fair just seems like I'm begging to be a question on the tropical medicine boards.
No matter, there was still pigeon to be eaten, but fortunately the group did not purchase a plate of the local delicacy, guinea pig (several of which were cutely running around in an enclosure earlier in the day), due to the expense.
There were more heaping plates of food, potentially mixed with queso blanco, and fermented peach juice (chicha de durazno) which reminded me why I swore off Peach Schnapps in college.
All told, a day that started out as an opportunity to exercise turned into a gastronomic marathon where I easily packed in 7,000+ calories.
This weekend, I embarked on a trip to Morochata, a village in the mountains several hours away, where we were to participate in a health promotion workshop.
We left at 4:30 am, got a ride to the neighboring town in an off-service taxi, then boarded a van theoretically bound for Morochata.
This was our trusty van. Even it wants to go to Morochata!
In each of these journeys through mountain exchanges, there is an energizing--or terrifying--amount of uncertainty. There was pelting rain, as there had been for the last 2 weeks, and after about an hour of driving around blind mountain curves on slick and narrow dirt roads, we abruptly stopped.
There was no passage on the bridge over a raging brown river because of the torrent.
Baffled, I stepped outside with my camera and immediately sank almost 6 inches into the mud.
My boot when I stepped out of the van. From this I deduced the reason we had stopped.
This is where we were stuck just before a bridge, seen from the van and then from higher ground.
This is me stuck. I'm from Minnesota.
These are my Bolivian friends stuck. They are very cold.
We waited for about 2-3 hours as more traffic backed up on both sides of the bridge until finally a "mud plow" came through from the opposite side to save the day.
This is a mud plow. It's like a snow plow gone dirty.
The camiones (flatbed trucks that carry lots of people to and fro) started across, but given the several- hour delay, the terrible road conditions (which were likely to get worse and worse the closer we got to Morochata), and the almost certainty of being stuck in Morochata if we got there, we abandoned course, hitched a ride with one of Tania's friends in a municipal vehicle (everyone knows everyone!) back down the mountain and got out at a random spot to hike to a hot springs.
This impromptu hike involved crossing 2 muddy rivers by walking on tree trunks (a total of 4 crossings round trip, most terrifying in the heavy rain with the furious waters).
This is a rickety "bridge" that we all somehow managed to hike across twice without being killed.
This is a view of the scenery from the hills outside Quillacollo, a little before we got to the hot springs. On the way back, we bought lunch here (picante de pollo) from a woman who brought a pot of her home cooking out into the woods.
Ada and Tania either like the view or are glad to have a moment's rest.
Ada and her husband Emilio run the health promoters program that builds communities' capacities to defend their own health. Tania started working with health promotion and capacity-building a couple of months ago. She lives in Quillacollo, and I was a guest at her evangelical church a few weekends ago. They unknowingly and un-ironically sang me a welcome song to the exact tune of the Jewish song "Aleinu Shalom Aleichem". I felt like I was in the middle of a Cohen brothers' movie.
When we got to the hot springs well over an hour later, my 3 Bolivian friends waited outside for me to enjoy a half hour of extremely hot (as advertised!) water from a thermal spring before we hiked another hour back and then hitched a couple more rides back to Chilimarca.
Thus, I have not had the pleasure of seeing Morochata, but I have bathed in the buff in a scalding--yet refreshing--Bolivian spring.
This is my beet-red face after taking a steaming hot 30 minute private hot springs bath. I had previously told my companions that I didn't bring a swim suit. They explained that once I was in the private room, I needed to dress "like Adam and Eve". Unfortunately, no fig leaves were present. Fortunately, no people (and hopefully no cameras) were either. Incidentally, the water was ridiculously hot and I drank my entire water bottle after leaving the bath.
Such is life.
Being here has given me a lot of time to reflect, both on medicine and on life in general.
In a lot of ways, we are very lucky in the United States.
In our clinics and hospitals, we have quick and reliable diagnostics, an array of medications and other treatments to choose from, state of the art buildings and facilities.
Yet all of this can sometimes serve as a distraction--get the second test to confirm or negate the first one, change from medication X to medication Y, refer to specialist Z, build a new hospital or two or three--from the main reason most of us went into medicine, which is to make a human connection with our patients and to promote their health.
Here in Bolivia, resources are scarce, patients economically self-ration their care even more than in the U.S., there is no medication Y or specialist Z, and yet it is that human interaction of the clinic nurse or doctor talking with patients and their families, working through problems or just being of comfort, that really takes center stage.
Likewise, our American culture pushes us to keep climbing the academic or socioeconomic ladder, often driving us away from family and friends (I don't live within 1500 miles of anyone in my family), in the pursuit of things that are really external to our health, wellbeing, and happiness.
It isn't news to anyone who has travelled outside of the U.S. or western Europe, but absolute income does not correlate with happiness.
Definitely, income disparities are a marker of societies with other ingrained inequities that strain social relations and worsen everyone's health and wellbeing.
But being accustomed to having less, using less, treading less wantonly on the environment does not in any way mean less health or less happiness.
One lens for looking at Bolivia (or much of the world) would show that it is a place with LESS than the United States.
But another lens, and one I have had the good fortune to look through, reveals that Bolivia has a lot MORE of some very important resources--nuclear and extended family ties, community and social bonds, respect for indigenous cultural traditions, transmission of knowledge and skills across the generations, and lithium.
Don't get me wrong--I am very glad to have access to clean water, reliable transportation, and state of the art medicine. But we in the "overdeveloped" world have a lot to learn about the parts of ourselves that we have let atrophy in the name of progress.
Hope all's well,
Blog entry, photos and captions are all by Dr. Brian Yablon, 4th year medicine-pediatrics resident at University of Minnesota, and participant in the Pediatric Global Health Track.
This is positive proof that I was in Santivañez!
I have just finished my second week in Chilimarca, Bolivia, doing a 2-month rotation through the University of Minnesota with support from a MAP International fellowship.
This international rotation is unique for our residency in several respects. First, the clinical piece is outpatient rather than inpatient. There is no hospital affiliated with this site.
Secondly, MAP Bolivia is a multifaceted organization with the aim of promoting total health. Health is looked at not as the absence of disease but as a culmination of positive factors in the environment, the culture, and the family.
There are several programs under the umbrella organization. I am working in Health Services, which is the clinic. The team includes a nurse, two nurse auxiliaries, a laboratory technician, a physician, and a dentist.
I have been seeing patients of all ages (the oldest so far being 94), but they have mainly been sending the pediatric patients my way. The consultations are actually pretty similar to what we see in the U.S.--respiratory viruses, gastroenteritis, pharyngitis, rashes, and ,of course, well child checks.
This weekend, I will accompany Teo, the clinic nurse, out into the community to do well child exams and vaccines. Next week, we will be doing health maintenance for all the children in the MAP school (about 160 children), which is done quarterly.
Teo, the clinic nurse, in the process of removing an infected toenail. I have much more graphic photos that I elected not to send.
A remarkable MAP program here is called Health Promoters, where people from the surrounding communities can come for intensive 5-week courses to become first level promoters, with additional complementary and follow-up courses offered later to become second- and third-level health promoters.
Here is one of the health promoters, Asunta (the woman in the hat). She is from remote Morichata, and she trained 18 years ago at MAP in Chilimarca. She has developed many projects in her community for health and wellness, education, and sustainable agriculture.
We met with a woman who had completed health promoter training 7 years ago. She explained that it gave her confidence, helped her establish equal footing with her husband, and enabled her to successfully manage several gardens and give first aid to people in her community.
Health promoters and auxiliaries meeting together.
The knowledge and skills that people develop in this program are impressive, and they bring back to their communities very practical ideas about how to implement water purification, organic family vegetable gardens, home building and maintenance to keep out the beetle that spreads Chagas disease, and waste management.
The upper level promoters also learn health care skills, from first aid to suturing to childbirth.
The program is predicated on participants thinking critically about themselves, their families, and their communities, analyzing the embedded power structures that act as barriers to achievement of health, and committing to making changes through consensus-building.
Last week, we went to visit the group of promoters, almost all teenagers, who just finished their first-level training. They were all positive about the experience and enthusiastic about making changes in their families and their community.
These were the teenagers who completed level 1 health promoter training and were excitedly reuniting after the course. We drove 4 hours to their village of Santivañez.
Five of the new health promoters.
MAP also has a school, "Comunidad Educativa para la Vida," which has pre-kindergarten through 8th grade. Consistent with the rest of their philosophy, students do a lot of interactive games to teach each other while the teacher facilitates.
The students, starting from a very young age, also plant and tend the garden where they grow the food that is used in their lunches. Not only do they learn about agriculture, but they are also proud of what they have grown and consequently actually like to eat their vegetables.
Kids of all ages working in the school garden. They tend the soil, fertilize, weed, and perform manual pest control. They are very proud of the food they grow and they eat the veggies in school lunch.
This second graders is teaching us the importance of eating our fruits and vegetables.
Here is Claudia, the director of the MAP school, with her son.
This group of 3-year-olds at the preschool were extremely well behaved.
This is a photo of the kids with an American visitor named Deborah from MAP in Georgia and a Swedish volunteer named Maria.
Here is the lunch room with smiling kiddoes.
The fifth graders made maps of Bolivia--here's one of them!
Two other programs aim at integrating marginalized groups back into the community. One, called Learning About Differences, works with children with disabilities to develop their strengths and to facilitate an ethic where families and communities accept and embrace these young people.
The other, CUBE, is a center for children and adolescents who are victims of sexual violence.
They have a multidisciplinary team of psychologists, social workers and lawyers, and they have achieved good results in helping children cope with horrific violations and also in successfully prosecuting perpetrators, who (as in the U.S.) are most often members of the family.
MAP team meeting on Monday morning, 2/7. They always meet in a large circle and have a ¨horizontal¨ team structure.
I have been able to see and hear about all of the various programs so far, and I have participated in meetings with all the local MAP staff.
When not at work, I have gone one some beautiful hikes to waterfalls in the mountains, as well as to explore the nearby city of Cochabamba.
This is a view of the bustling city of Cochabamba from the van, with mountain backdrop.
¨Micro¨ number 211 van that almost brought us halfway back from Pairumani before it ran out of gas. Good thing I wore my hiking boots.
This is the outside of our auspicious van. We also drove around with a dog and solved mysteries.
This is the inside of the van before it got a lot more crowded. The other pale people are American visitors from MAP International headquarters in Georgia. They were both auditing and helping to collect stories for fundraising for the program.
I also have informal gigs as a math and English tutor.
I am extremely grateful to the University of Minnesota for allowing me and other residents to do rotations in other countries in order to develop a valuable new perspective about health.
I am also very indebted to the staff of MAP Bolivia, who adopted me from the first day and who have made this such an amazing and inspiring experience so far.
Here are the mother and daughter who live upstairs from me. Their family took me out to dinner at an American-style fast food place my first Saturday in Bolivia.
Here's a cafe outside Pairumani park, where I went hiking on Sunday, Feb 6. The subsequent photos are all of the views in the park, which has mountainous terrain with a lot of eucalyptus trees and a fairly large waterfall. The views are of the whole Cochabamba valley.
This was our early dinner after the hike.
This is at a state park on the way to visit the newly trained health promoters. These structures are recreations of Inca-era corn storage silos, with ventilation to allow the wind to dry the corn and thatched roofs to protect from sun damage.
For any resident with Spanish proficiency and an interest in community health, I highly recommend this rotation and would be happy to talk with you in more depth when I get back to Minnesota.
This is the view of the mountains over the MAP school (my neighborhood) at dusk.
Say hello to Dr. Brian Yablon, who touched down in Bolivia this past week. Stay tuned for stories from the field.