Pictures

Some random pictures from the last 2 weeks.....

 The Soweto Gospel Choir

The group came to Gabs to perform.  They were proceeded by two other smaller groups who were very preachy and I was beginning to feel like I had been transplanted to a bible revival in the Midwest of the US at the turn of the century.  But then the Soweto Choir took the stage, and it was incredible. 
They sang, they danced, there was even some acrobatics.  I was mesmerized.

 

The Ministry of Health building in Gabs

I had to go there for my "interview" to get my official Botswana medical license.  It was a formality that really consisted of my paying 30 pula (less than $5), but nevertheless managed to take all day and keep me from going to Serowe for the week (since it could only be done on Wednesdays).  All of my paperwork was submitted last March and yet the interview was in November!  Partly because my medical school diploma was in Latin and had to be translated in the US and resubmitted, despite the fact that all it really says is that I graduated medical school on a beautiful day in Providence....

Seems to me that the Ministry should spend less money on their gorgeous building and more money on lumbar puncture kits, viral load machines, medications, ventilators, etc, etc....  

One of the patient's grandmothers whipped these out of her bag and presented them to us at the end of clinic on Tuesday.  We had no idea what they were.  Turns out they are Mogorwagorwana, which is a wild fruit.  One of the nurses explained that you crack them open and eat the fruit inside, but not the seeds.  They are quite hard and would probably make good baseballs (other than the getting hit by the bat part ;)

So we decided to try them outside.  A couple of hard smacks on the brick wall and.....

It was certainly like nothing I have ever tasted before.  Very mushy fruit surrounded large seeds.

It was sort of sour and sweet at the same time.

Let's just say that one piece was enough for me, the texture was very disconcerting.

The craziest sunset during a storm I have ever seen.  We went to the Gabs Dam to watch the sunset and suddenly the winds picked up and we watched as a storm approached.  It was really neat to stand outside and see rain, thunder, and lightening in the distance, but be completely dry.  Though eventually the storm headed our way and we ended up soaked by the torrential downpour.

Showing just how strong the wind was

 

My birthday dinner at Mogul, a local Indian restaurant

Birthday Bots style.

The waitresses all came over to sing.

They don't have a happy birthday song in Setswana, they sing it in English.

At the end they sang "How old are you now?"

They decided I was 10, since that is how many candles there were. Fine by me ;)

 

The yummy chocolate cake with chocolate icing that Bri made!

It was a stellar birthday celebration, I feel so lucky to have met such great people here.

I hope that everyone has a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! 

I have so many things to be thankful for this year and I will be thinking of you all this Thursday.  

Patient Encounters

I wrote this blog in darkness (other than the light of the computer screen, which luckily was fully charged.)  The power went out just at the end of dinner.  Julia, Raheel (my roommates for the week) and I were just finishing a pseudo tex-mex meal.  Anyone who has ever lived with me knows that I subsist largely on bean burritos.  In the States this means black beans and corn spiced with garlic, oregano and red pepper flakes and topped with cheese, salsa and avocado (if I have it), all wrapped in a large flour tortilla. Yum! I had that meal probably at least once a week for the last 10 years or so.  So it was much to my dismay to find that there are no black beans and no salsa in Botswana!  I thought there were no flour tortillas either; but I discovered them this past week in Gabs and felt it was a sign to try to recreate the bean burrito I have been craving for four months.  I did bring some black beans back from the states, but they are dried and require much time to make so tonight it was mashed kidney beans.  I even made guacamole – as there are plenty of cheap and good avocados (though lacking cilantro – another thing not available here).  It was a delicious meal and just as I was finishing my last bite all the power went out.  What great timing, it’s kind of exciting to be in darkness though I guess we are cheating since we have the help of numerous flashlights (aka torches).

 Ok enough about dinner.  Since it is dark, it seems like an appropriate time for some patient stories. 

 On Monday we had finished clinic and as we were walking out the nurse said “Ngaka Leah (Dr. Leah), wait there is one more” So Julia and I went back and began to see the patient.  One more turned into three as 2 other patients showed up.  Finally a woman and man entered the room carrying a baby.  It turned out they were there for the woman’s appointment, but upon further questioning they mentioned that the baby had been referred for evaluation too.  The baby was 8 months old, but the size of a newborn.  Upon reviewing his chart he had not gained any weight in the last 6 mths (a time when babies have extremely rapid weight gain).  He was also severely developmentally delayed as he was unable to roll over (a skill acquired at 4 mths) not to mention unable to sit or babble (6 mths skills).  As we began to examine him more, we grew more worried.  He was febrile and breathing faster than normal.  He had very sparse hair growth, lack of fat on his buttocks, and dermatitis (all signs of significant malnutrition).  He needed to be admitted and worked up for meningitis, TB, HIV, and re-fed. 

Given that it was after hours, and only one medical officer covers the entire hospital, we knew that if we did not begin the work-up it would be a long time before any attention was paid to him.  After bringing him to the wards we began the long process of convincing his parents that a lumbar puncture was necessary.  This was a hard sell as they believed that lumbar punctures cause paralysis.  Eventually the father agreed and the mother, though still not fully aligned, said that we could not say she had refused.  Of course there were no lumbar puncture kits in the hospital. After much searching, a spinal needle was located as were some regular blood collection bottles which (a call to the lab confirmed) could in fact be used for spinal fluid as well.  We found some sterile gloves and Bedadine and were in business.  As I opened the spinal needle I realized it was like no other I had ever seen, it was more than twice as long as the baby!!!!  But you gotta make due with what you have, so I went with it.  All those lumbar punctures in the St. Chris ER paid off. One stick, and many mins of waiting until the fluid finally dripped to the end of the longest needle ever, revealed a nice clear fluid which turned out to be a champagne tap, as they say (no red blood cells).  Two and a half hrs after seeing this "last patient" of the day, we had finally sent the rest of the blood work, ordered antibiotics, and high calorie feeds for the child and set off towards home.  The next day he was already looking much improved though he still has a long way to go to catch up on growth and developmental milestones. 

 
On Wednesday after giving a lecture on growth in Mahalapye, one of the medical officers came up to me and said that he needed me to see an outpatient and guess his age.  It was an unusual request as usually patients or their parents already know their birthdays.  It turned out that about 8 months ago a baby was found near the railroad tracks in town and brought to the hospital.  No one knew where he came from, his name, or his birthday.  He remained in the hospital for sometime (though luckily turned out to be medically fine).  After much searching for his parents or extended family, he was discharged to a potential adoptive mother.  But in order for the adoption paperwork to be processed he needed a birth certificate and that required a birthday.  Enter the pediatrician.  They wanted me to guess his age.  After watching him walk and asking some other questions about his development I guessed that he was somewhere between 13-16 months.  But that wasn’t good enough, they wanted a month.  Okay probably 14 months.  So says the potential adoptive mom that means September 2008?  Yes, that sounds about right.  “Okay what day?”  After much back and forth trying to explain that I understood that he needed a birthday, like all the other children, but that there was really no way to say exactly what month he had been born much less what day; I told her to pick her favorite day in September.  I documented my estimations and explanations and referred her to social work explaining that this was really a matter for the courts as they would have to go about creating a birth certificate.

 
Thursday brought us to Palapye.  The "inpatient wards" there are two of the most dismal, depressing, and dirty rooms that I have seen.  There were 3 patients in one very small room.  They were all severely malnourished.  One was a 1.5 year old girl who weighed 5.8 kg about what a 6 or 8 mth old should weigh.  She had not gained weight in the month long hospital stay and finally last week they tested her for HIV and found she was positive.  She had not yet been started on antiretrovirals because they were trying to work out the social situation.  Finally her grandmother had agreed to take primary responsibility, had attended adherence classes and was ready to start.  But then the hospital clinic said that she needed to be started at her local clinic.  This sounds like a great idea, having patient's go to the clinic that is closest to their house.  The problem is that these clinics are not well staffed.  The one closest to her house only has a doctor on Mondays and never dispenses meds.  The patients who are seen there have to wait all day to see the doctor and then make their way to the main hospital pharmacy where they wait in line again to receive their meds.  Not a great set up, especially when adherence is so essential.  After much discussion, and a phone call to the local clinic, the nurse there agreed to open a file for the patient and get her started on treatment that day provided the medical officer in the hospital prescribed all of the meds.  So the grandmother placed the baby on her back and began the trek through the rain (it has been rainy and cool for the last 3 days), to the local clinic.  The whole transaction probably took her all day, but at least the child will be started on medications that she has desperately needed for the last year and a half.

If life gives you lemons...

Wonderful rainbow in Serowe I saw the whole thing, both ends!  

But unfortunately could only capture one side in the photo.

The day I returned from the States I was sound asleep at a friend's house in Gabs, when I was awoken at 1 am by my security company in Serowe calling.  Apparently my house (as well as three other houses in the compound) was broken into at midnight that night.  The robbers must have been very disappointed because, though they searched the entire house, (while the alarm was blaring) the only electronics equipment they found was an old MP3 player.  They also took some kitchen knives for good measure.  It seems they were also interested in my yoga mat and some make-up as that was all packed up, ready to be taken, on my coffee table.  But luckily the security company arrived and scared them away.  Despite the fact that they broke into 4 houses, they did not manage to steal anything other than a cell phone from the other houses.  Still it is scary to think that someone was in my house, I'm just so thankful that I wasn't there.
The next day when I returned to Serowe all of the tenants met and we came up with a list of improvements that needed to be made.  We presented these to the landlord and he has actually been pretty responsive.  We now have crossbars on the backs of the doors, metal plates over the door jam, better padlocks on the bugler doors, and increased lighting outside the houses.  Baylor also hired a security guard and decided that I should no longer be staying there alone.  So, I now have rotating roommates (other PAC docs who come for a week or a few weeks at a time).  It has been nice to have company and though the house has some drawbacks, I have discovered some real positives about the location.

First, when I look out my house I see 3 trees.

They look like plain trees, but upon closer inspection at the right time of year...

I discovered MANGOES (and lemons)!!!  The tree in the foreground of the top picture is a lemon tree, and the one above is a mango tree.  The third tree is just a pretty purple flower tree.  The mangoes are not ripe yet, but I had a delicious lemon and it looks like the mangoes might be ready soon.  As mangoes are one of my favorite fruits, I definitely have developed a new level of appreciation for my house!

Second new discovery was my neighbor's garden.  He lives several houses down from me and last week invited me to see his garden.  In just three months he has managed to plant quite a lot.  He has tons of cabbage, spinach, lettuce, tomatoes, some carrots, beets, etc.  And he insisted that we take a bunch.  It was the freshest head of lettuce I have ever had and made delicious salads for the rest of the week!

Finally, on a totally different topic....We managed to celebrate Halloween!  It is not a holiday here, except among expats.  I did not come prepared with a costume, and my mother was visiting (at the end of her two week stint in South Africa), so we needed two costumes.  We decided to be each other, the subtleties of which were lost on those who did not know my mother, but we still found it fun...

Madikwe

My mom found a way to come to South Africa for business - helping the Bafokeng (an ethnic group in South Africa) develop a better education system.  Luckily she had weekends off and we managed to spend them together.  The first weekend, I made my way to South Africa and we spent a wonderful 24 hours in Madikwe Game Reserve.  The reserve is along the Botswana/South Africa border and (according to their website) home to 66 mammal species and 300 bird species.  We had an incredible time.  We spent the night in Mosetlha Bush Camp.  It was a camp of nine tent cabins, with open sides and canvas tops.  There was no electricity or running water, but they had a very ingenious toilet and shower system.  You poured water from a tank into a "donkey boiler" and it came out the other end boiling hot.  You then mixed the water in your bucket until it was the desired temperature before carrying it to the pulley shower.  It was an amazingly refreshing shower!

But the best part of the weekend was certainly the animals!  We went on two 4 hour long game drives.  One from 4-8pm and the other 5:30-9:30 am!  We saw tons of animals.  Here are just a few highlights, for many more pictures and a few videos you can visit:
http://picasaweb.google.com/leah.scherzer/MadikweOct09?authkey=Gv1sRgCMXV2oDAi4GOEg#

Watching the giraffe get down low enough to drink was incredible

Dung Beetles!  

The female lays eggs in the ball of dung and then the male has to push the ball while female rides on it.

Four lions who were part of a pride of 16 who were just resting in the shade during the heat of the day

Mother and her baby elephant (probably less than a year old)

The Best and Worst

I cannot believe that it has been a month since I have written!  It has been quite a busy month and with the slow internet connection in Serowe I just have not gotten a chance.  But now that the Boards (aka worst test ever) are finished, (or at least I hope they are, since I really feel that I failed and we don't find out til January - not sure why scan tron takes so long), I should have more time. 

The weekend before we all left to take the boards a few of us decided that we had had enough studying.  So we headed to Tuli Block.  It is a strip on the very Eastern part of Botswana that is known for its elephants, among other animals.  It is about 2 hours from Serowe.  My friends were coming up from Gaborone and I did not want to take a third car so I decided to meet them in Palapye (the town 40 km from Serowe on the main road).  I was planning to take the bus, but when I discovered that it would require a taxi ride in the wrong direction to the bus station and waiting until the bus was full to leave (very unreliable when you have to be somewhere at a certain time), I decided to hitchhike.  Hitchhiking is a very common method of transport in Botswana.  However, as I stepped out of my house and felt rain drops I began to question my plan.  But I opened up my umbrella and walked the 1 min to the tar road near my house.  Just as I approched the road, a lady, who was also hitchhiking, was getting into a car.  I asked if they had room for me as well.  They made some minor adjustments and I climbed into the back seat with 2 other female hitchhikers and was on my way!  It turns out that picking up hitchhikers is a way to make extra money as they charge the same price as the bus (8 pula, slightly over a dollar - not bad for a 30 min drive).

After meeting my friends and driving 2 hours to Tuli Block we found Oasis Lodge where we had booked rooms and a "sunset safari."  The place really was an oasis with lush gardens and a nice swimming pool.  If only it wasn't rainy and cold.  Our guide arrived for "the safari" in a beat up pick-up truck which had been outfitted with benches which were strapped down to the flat bed.  No sides and certainly no seat belts, good thing we would be going slowly.  We set off and drove for about 2 hours and saw only impala (common deer like creatures which are beautiful, but not very exciting since we had seen plenty in Gaborone and the Rhino Sanctuary.

The next morning we went on a two hour walking safari.  We saw plenty of dung (the dung above is from elephants), but no animals other than a giant tortoise which our guide decided to bring back to the lodge (guess he is not afraid of salmonella poisoning...)  All in all a fun weekend.  Despite the lack of wildlife, it was really relaxing and a much needed break from studying!

On the way home I was pulled over for speeding (first time ever in my life).  Radar guns are a relatively new thing in Botswana.  Police officers stand on the road with the radar gun and wave you over if they determine you are going to fast.  Speed limits can be very confusing because there is often a sign when the speed limit drops as you enter a town, but often not a sign to indicate that it has gone back up even though town has ended. So on the way out of a small town they were pulling over everyone that passed.  The officer instructed me to get out of the car and see how fast I was going.  He showed me the radar gun which I could not read and told me I was going 95 km/hr in an 80 km/hr zone.  He pointed to a police car parked under a tree about 50 feet away and told me to "go talk to the boss."  The man who had gotten pulled over in front of me was getting out of the passenger side of the police car and walking back to his car.  I went back to the car got my id and told my friend, Steph, what was going on.  When I got to the police car, I found one cop in the driver seat and another in the back seat.  They told me to get in.  Tentatively I got into the passenger side.  The cop in the driver seat was wearing a bomber jacket that was half zipped and reclining back in the seat, providing a good view of his chest hair.  He asked me how fast I was going and I told him that his partner on the road had told me 95 km/hr.
He said "that will be 800 pula."  I stared at him (that is the equivalent of 121 dollars)!
I said "but i don't have 800 pula."
"what do you do"
"I'm a doctor"
"where do you work"
"serowe"
"well that's okay then."
Guy in the back seat, "we just need your name and phone number."  So I gave him my name but spelled it wrong and my number but changed one of the digits.  While this transaction was occurring and (the police officer in the back was putting this info in a cell phone!), the guy in the front began to get personal.
"So are you married?" "no" (in retrospect what was I thinking, but then you are taught to be honest, especially with law enforcement officials in uniform!).
"Can I check you in Serowe?"
So I began to lie."Don't think my boyfriend will like that"
"Well I can take him"
"I don't want you to take him, I love him"
This banter went on for a few more exchanges before the guy in the back had verified that he had gotten my correct (though actually incorrect) name and phone number.  Then I said "So, are we done here?" and got out of the car.  I walked back to Steph and the waiting car feeling rather violated and vowing to always pay utmost attention to the speed limit signs even though they are often hard to find!

Two days later I drove back to Gabarone in order to prepare to leave for the States and the dreaded board exam.  When I was about 30 km from Gabs and going 120 km/hr (the speed limit ;) I, all of the sudden, found myself in the grassy section by the side of the road spinning!  I had a tire blow out.  Luckily it was my back tire and so I did not go into oncoming traffic.  And luckily the car is sturdy enough that it did not flip.  Better yet before the car had even fully stopped a truck with 4 guys in the cab had pulled over.  They ran down the embankment saying "Are you okay?  We saw this happen and we weren't sure you were going to make it. Let us help you."   Still shaken and not quite sure what had happened, I would have been in tears if it wasn't for the kindness of strangers.  Another car stopped and 2 other guys got out and before I knew it 6 guys were changing my tire for me.  Good thing because it took all 6 of them, since the jack was not able to lift the car high enough given the fact that it was on dirt.  During ths process many other people stopped to see if I was okay.  So when I finally drove off there were about 10 people standing and cheering.  I then drove 80 km/hr back to Gabs and as each person who had stopped passed me, they waved and honked. It was truely wonderful to feel so taken care of by strangers.  I now have all brand new tires, because the one that had the blow-out was a re-tread and who knows how old the other ones were even though they looked decent. 

Top; there was some minor damage to the frame but my pieces were recovered from the road and put back on by my friendly mechanic.  
Left: My "attempt" at a newly formed road ;)  
On right my new friends survey the damage!




After all that excitement I went back to NJ to take the boards :(  Despite the annoyance of the exam, it was nice to be able to spend time with family and friends (though it was very short lived.)
Lots more adventures to write about, so hopefully there will be some more blogs soon....