| Saturday, June 3, 2006 |
| malaria |
Anyone who is sick in Zambia has malaria. If they come into the clinic complaining of something else, they have malaria AND bronchitis or tonsillitis or anemia. It’s pretty amazing, actually.
The clinic has been very interesting so far – although I was frustrated at first, because the doctor is extremely hard to understand. I had to keep asking him to repeat himself, and he probably thinks I’m an idiot. Seriously, though, I have to concentrate fully on what he’s saying, and about half the time I still have no idea. But by the end of the day yesterday I had pretty much gotten the hang of how he wanted me to write in the charts and the different dosages of the meds that we have. It is a bit difficult on one hand because I don’t speak Lamba, and most of the people don’t speak English. So if nobody is interpreting for me, I can’t communicate with them. I’m going to try to learn some words, though.
Let me just say, the babies here are absolutely adorable! SOOO cute. I want to keep one! :o) When they’re really little they just stare at white people in amazement, and when they get a little bit older, they are afraid of us. This one little boy kept freaking out every time I tried to touch him to take his temp and listen to his lungs and whatnot. Apparently, when children misbehave in church, the parents will point to the white people and tell the kids that we (the white people) will punish them if they don’t behave. So they’re afraid of us and think we are mean. |
posted by emily @ 8:02 AM  |
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Sounds like some foolish American parents who point to a policeman and tell the child to behave or the policeman will come and get him! I guess some things are similar the world around! I am sure before you are done, you will be able to speak some of the language just out of necessity.
Love,
Grandma
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yeah I have a couple pages of words that have been translated by one of the Zambians. I hope to learn those and some others as well, so that I can at least commuicate a little.
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I think you should bring home a cute baby....heehee....or at least post a picture ;) What kind of language is it?? Are their sounds like ours or are they totally different?? Sounds like you will pick a lot of it up, which is totally cool :) Hope you're having a great day!
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i don't think you can bring babies home in suitcases.
a.r.
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when sara and matthew were little, they had an indian dr. and i could never understand him either. i used to try to read his lips and then hope i was doing what he told me to do for my sick kids. i am so glad that you are safe.... your house looks nice too.... nothing like what i imagined.... i was thinking bamboo... hut.... gilligan's island..... and i would like an african baby too.
love, aunt rex
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I love you but you haven't posted in a while.
I think you know how to fix that. ;)
It's no wonder that the babies scream when they see you...if all your friends want you to bring one back with you. I'd scream too. ;)
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Sounds like some foolish American parents who point to a policeman and tell the child to behave or the policeman will come and get him! I guess some things are similar the world around! I am sure before you are done, you will be able to speak some of the language just out of necessity.
Love,
Grandma