Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Looking Back at My Time in Guyana 2018

Continuity and Change

Every year it is much the same and some differences.  Those of you who know me well know that I love "the new" more.  This preference goes back to my preference for working in ICU/Emergency rather than Chronic Care .....   So it does surprise me that I have done so much of the same thing in Guyana for over 17 years.  Maybe now that I am  "elderly" (thanks Obel!) I don't have the stamina to take on too much excitement?    Unfortunately, there may be some truth in this; I prefer to think it is because my usual experiences continue to give my living meaning.     Without my annual pilgrimage, my life would still have many blessings and meaningful relationships with family and friends; I could claim that I have a "a good life".   

And at this point, that everyday life in Canada is too selfish [self-centred] to want it as my whole identity... After all, my patron saint is Don Quixote -- and Anne had bought tickets for Man of La Mancha right after I returned.  It was wonderful, even though I have seen it more times than all my other play attendances put together.   My only frustration was not being able to stand up, sing the great songs or deliver the superb lines with the cast. 

Quixote says (it was on a poster that I had on my wall in university):






"Perhaps to be too practical is madness. 
To surrender dreams - this may be madness; 
to seek treasure where there is only trash.
Too much sanity may be madness! 
And maddest of all - to see life as it is and not as it should be!"





We are all going to be a long time dead.   I am not worried about any future existence -- I'll leave that as a surprise - or not.  My exegesis of the Bible passage (Luke somewhere: " From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.") is that those who have the fortune to have been given abilities, need to give now ..... and so many in this world are asking now to share what I/we have been given.

I am doubly blest in that my family (the whole, blended, extended clan) support my madness.   I could not have run away from home for so many years without their loving sacrifices.     

The Difference of the Samenesses

School of Nursing

My main reason for going is to assist St. Joseph Mercy Hospital nursing students learn as they start their careers.    When I first lay my eyes on them as I attend their worship on their first morning, they seemed identical to classes before them.  However, as I struggle to get their names correct, they are not like others who proceeded them. (Well, except for Terri who is identical with Bailey!) And by the time I chat with them at the end of the course, I have an admiration for each of them.  They have struggled to get to nursing school and a few really struggle with me, especially the quiet ones... And I was true to my word again this year ..... no one died from my teaching!  And they all talked ..... and some even talked back.

In my individual time with each of them a large majority answered the question, "What was the best part of PBL?" this way: "We got a chance to work in small groups and listen, learn and talk to our batch-mates and get to know them."   A perfect PBL response!

When I am gone? Farewell Song by Students


I would like to take credit for this amazing response; however, I was not the lead this year.  Candy Mohan, a full time faculty member at Mercy did most of the leadership and administration.   She did a better job than I had done in the past, especially with having a continuity with tutors for the small groups.    Then, there was ms. reliable, Roberta Bindar;  she is also a full-time faculty member who ran a small group almost without fail for the whole course.   And then, our director, Elsie Asabere, who graciously filled in when we needed a tutor (like when I had pneumonia), even though she had other commitments.    

And I can't forget our volunteer nursing staff  - all were previous Mercy students though  only some worked at Mercy or other hospitals.  They arranged their schedules (changing shifts or coming in on their days off) to facilitate a small group.





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The students benefited from the consistency and variety of  the teachers.   And I was pretty much a supporting cast.  So this year their praise at my leaving (not for my leaving) was very uncomfortable for me.   I get singled out because I come from away ..... and am probably a little weird.   I appreciated their gifts AND I wanted them to know the real great teachers are the ones who stay and for 365 days a year give them their best efforts.   Really, without the other course faculty I couldn't afford to be weird; I would have to be normal.    

St. Ann's Girls

There had been a change in leadership at St. Ann's when I arrived, so it took me some time to find a way to contribute.    We settled on my teaching them some basketball skills and giving them some exercise.  Some of the girls are going to schools where this was to be the first year that the school would have an official girls team!  I had a good time showing them how the game was played; and, they were enjoying it.

I wanted to find a way for the practices to continue.   I remembered that my "Guyanese son", Rashleigh, could play basketball -- and during the year is usually asking me to help him out with a few bucks... So I am paying him some to run the clinics every week ..... and so far it is going great.    There are a few girls who have the potential to be very good ball players.     So Coach Rashleigh is looking for a club team that one or two of the girls could join.   

Lutheran Church Guyana

I usually do very little to assist the church there and this year I did even less.  I had brought my stole so I could attend the national Reformation Service in New Amsterdam on the last Sunday I was there.  However, pneumonia took me off my schedule and I told Davy Ram that I would not be going.  I am sure he must think that I am the worst Lutheran Pastor he has known.   In my defense, I told him my mission there was to teach and there was still much to do in my last week and I couldn't spend a whole day attending the service.  Well, Davy is a real Lutheran and he told me to get better and do what I needed to do ..... as we all live by grace .....  and he would probably still loan me the church cell phone the next time I come!

The Sameness of Difference

Psychiatric Help

I may be in need of some.  I was more involved with the Master's in Psychiatry programme and the Residents this year than ever before.    Ever since Dr. Jorge Balsiero left for the States over a year ago, the programme has lacked an administrative oversight.  As I had been involved with the development of the degree at University of Guyana, I thought perhaps I could get the programme back on a better footing.    As with almost everything in Guyana, I have been somewhat successful.    The programme is back in full compliance with the regulations and curriculum.  Dr. Bhiro Harry had done a great job doing all that was required, though documentation remains a problem.  There are one or two outstanding issues, but they are coming to completion.   Also, there are commitments of dollars for a halftime Secretary and some funding for a Director of the Residency.   

I also committed to teach every Friday at Ward Rounds and do a lecture on a required topic afterwards.   I think that I was successful in making ward rounds more interactive and educational.   As for the lecture topics, I stayed within the psychotherapy module.  My topics included:
  • ·       Suicide – historical reflection, Durkheim’s classifications, trajectories, interventions, ethical responsibilities and bereavement distinctiveness;
  • ·       Crisis – definition and nature, intervention counseling, techniques, therapist qualities;
  • ·       Bereavement – Lindeman and Bowlby’s attachment and loss theories, grieving processes - especially mutual role behaviors, mourning vs. grieving, extended and unresolved bereavements;
  • ·       Counseling with Individuals – skills - listening, leading, reflecting, confronting, interpreting, summarizing, assessment models, patient values, cultural diversities;
  • ·       Marriage and Family Therapy - systems theory, counseling differences, understanding nature of relationship issues, specific therapeutic interventions, guidelines for therapy and the use of homework.
  • ·       Sexuality and Sex Behaviours – myths, gender issues, including “genderbread” reflection tool, sexual development, autoerotic behaviours, different sex behaviours, including homosexuality., orgasm cycle,  anxiety and the therapist.
  • ·       Session Management – understanding and development of the hour, beginning and ending tasks, joining and accommodating, resistance, therapists 3P’s - preparation, process, prediction.  
All the residents passed the exam for the module.   Great going residents!   And they even took me out for a beer before they knew the results of the exam ..... Wait --- do you think that was a bribe?

Finally - Family Medicine

I have known of the Master's Residency in Family Medicine for quite some time.  It just seemed I never got around to doing anything with them.  However, this year I needed them!  They run an excellent and organized residency and I wanted to steal whatever I could from then rather than reinvent the wheel.    In the process of being friendly, I suggested that I could do a lecture to the residents...    Well quickly they responded with several hours of requests.   I wrote some about this in a previous blog.   I mention it here as "back home" my McMaster Department is Family Medicine and they, especially the head Dr. David Price, have been great as supporting me by continuing my part-time departmental appointment.



The Final Finally

My typing fingers are tired.   Thanks for reading and for supporting me this year.  I'll tell you about plans for 2019 in the new year as is my practice...  Till then ..... John

Monday, October 22, 2018

The Devil Made Me Do It!

Last Saturday Morning, I received an email announcing the results of a new study.   It basically said if you exercise you live longer.   Nothing earth-shattering, but it gave me a devilish urge! 

And so my story goes:

Email: To all Students  

Please Listen:

The leaders at the School of Nursing are taking this research seriously and are determined to help you live longer.

So on Monday, October 22nd all the students will meet at Eve Leary Field in their exercise clothes.   Then, under the leadership of the faculty:
·       Nurse Elsie will lead the weight lifting rotation.
·       Nurse Roberta will demonstrate the high intensity calisthenics.
·       And Nurse Candy will conduct the maximum interval training part.

Worship will begin immediately after.

This is evidence-based practice at its best!
Rev.

*****************
From:  One student
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 7:27 AM
To: John JSPS
Subject: Re: All Students in School of Nursing


Rev you're joking right?

**********************
From:  Another Student
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 7:34 AM
To: John JSPS
 
Good morning Rev, Are we coming in our nurse uniform and change off?, what time is it going to start?, Is it gonna cancel some of our subjects in class?

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This was looking more and more like a real idea!  So I responded:

From: John JSPS [mailto:revsx2@gmail.com]
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 7:40 AM
To: Everyone
 

Good questions.

You will need to arrive in your workout clothes and change back into your regular uniforms. 
So as not to cause too much upset, we will begin at 7:50 am, the normal time for worship.  
The faculty values your learning so we will not be shortening any subjects; instead, we will shorten lunch period to 30 minutes.

Remember:  This will be good for you! And you will have more energy to study harder.

Rev.

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From: Another Student wrote
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 7:44 AM
To: John JSPS
Cc:  Everyone

Good morning rev

But after we finish working out won't we be sweaty ?

Do we get to take a shower?

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From: John JSPS [mailto:revsx2@gmail.com] 
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 7:55 AM
To: Everyone
               
Yes there are showers in the locker rooms at Eve ..…  
But depending on how long the faculty make you work out, there may not be time to shower!  
Don’t worry as you will all smell the same.

Rev.

From:  Another Student
Sent: Saturday, October 20, 2018 11:58 AM
To: John JSPS

Thank you for clarifying Rev.


And so I left it... I did know that they were emailing each other trying to decide whether it was a prank or not.   I let them simmer.   Until this morning...

And in the classroom was [an unnamed] student:



She was skeptical, but ready to go... We walked over to the athletic field.  While she was the only one, she texted the others to hurry up.    Some time later anther student showed up looking for the locker rooms so she could change.


I confessed that it was a prank ..... and it was a good thing that they were not carrying any deadly weapons.   We laughed all the way back to the classroom.   And they were frantically texting the others in the batch...

However, now that they were in the know, they played it up.   And when a male student showed up, they told him to hurry and change.



And so it went as others arrived...




And some students came in uniforms and the ones who knew it was a prank played along and tolf them to change into their workout clothes .....


And a few came so late that they said they weren't pranked ..... but may have already gone back home and changed!



I had a great time and laughed a lot.
And as luck would have it, the other faculty didn't check their email all weekend.

Since then .....  I have heard rumblings of "revenge".



Saturday, October 20, 2018

Time Goes... that is all.. Last week ahead.

I can't believe that I have been here for over 7 weeks.  Where did my time go?  Actually, I think that I say this same thing every year.     There have been a few bumps...no internet for 5 days to start and then pneumonia knocked me out for a week...   I have been feeling better each day and now feel as good as ever.     All in all I have accomplished a few things and many people here have given me much.  So a few memories before I head North on Saturday.

National Psychiatric Hospital Visit - Annual Pilgrimage 

Thanks to a generous grant from Mental Health Without Borders we travelled to Berbice and what is still called "The Berbice Madhouse".    The trip started off late as one student thought she could leave her home at 8:00 and get to Mercy by 8:00 .....   The delay had us miss the bridge opening [for ships], so we stopped for junk food and pop. and then we visited the Jumbie Tree .....  It is a Cotton Silk Tree that was in the middle of the main road and workers refused to cut it down or else they would have bad luck till they died ..... and today it is still in the middle of the primary highway. 

There were some students too scared to leave the bus ..... not that they believed in any of the jinx-living-dead stuff, just they weren't taking any chances.   Others had to explore until one of the students cut her hand on one of the large thorns on the tree .....  I may have hammed it up a little.  I asked if she was sure it was her blood or blood of one of the Jumbies who inhabit the tree ..... or even of the slave who was buried alive as a good luck fertilizer when the tree was planted.















It was a little late when we got to the Hospital, but everything was ready for us .....   In my defense, the reason we take the trip is not for a road trip, but to get some direct experience with people who have some mental illness.   I start on the Chronic Women's Ward ..... and each student must spend a whole 15 minutes with one patient.. chat, follow, do whatever they do .....  And for almost all of them the 15 minutes is too long ..... (Too long?  Some of these patients have been there for decades .....)  I drag them back ..... and back again.   I am a little sadistic sometimes ..... There is one woman there who has some neuroleptic side effects of her medication and she just sits and rocks .....  So I got one of the anal-rational males and put him with her..   He stood while she rocked and she didn't answer him ..... so I sat him down next to her and had him mimic her rocking --and then she talked to him!

I ask my students to write a reflection on the day... One will appear on MHWB web page and one is here .....


While the Rev was pairing us up with the female residents. I grew increasingly fidgety, scared and nervous as my turn approached.  I was afraid that they would lash out verbally and physically, and due to this I kept my distance as far as possible.  I was paired with L, who was eager at first to answer my questions.  Our conversation was light-hearted which made me wonder if she had any issues at all.   I assumed too quickly; she marched out of the room for water and as she re-entered, her demeanor changed.  She was standoffish and began to hurl expletives at me.  She called me a demon and I was extremely embarrassed.

I left the room feeling puzzled and made my way to two other patients who were extremely friendly and well-educated; once more I wondered why they were placed here. Turns out their children could not bear the burden to take care of them since they started to have lots of dementia.

Our trusted local guide, T, was jolly and even took a liking to one of my batchmates.  His bouncy personality would light up any room.  He was very eager to show us the different wards, especially where he stayed.  I was astonished by the crafts that the residents made; their talents shone through their beautifully hand-painted designs.  After I got over the fear of mingling with the residents, I became comfortable enough to strike up conversations and make jokes.   I started to treat them as my equals.  T was definitely the highlight of my trip.

All in all it was a lovely trip that gave some insight into the mental health world.  It also helped me to examine some of the biases I had about “mad people”.     I also felt shame that I had looked down on those types of persons and pre-judged them before I got to know them.  I learned that not all mentally ill persons are dirty and unkempt.  They are not all uneducated and they are not all hostile or would verbally abuse you.


I have also been doing some teaching with the psychiatry programme and one benefit was that a brilliant resident accompanied us for the visit who lives in Berbice.   After the students had visited with their designated persons, Dr. Colleen Bovell spent an excellent session explaining and answering all their questions.


I do not usually post any pictures of patients who are there.   However, I want to talk about two who did give me consent to do this, 

One is this woman who wanted to show me the picture that I had given her last year.  She was so proud and grateful to have it.   I take anyone's picture who asks, and later give them a copy for them to keep.  It is a way to say thank you for putting up with my students.   She recognized me as soon as we entered and told anyone who would listen about her picture and gift.





The second woman is even more remarkable as she came up to me and wanted to know if "Dennis" was with us...

Dennis had not been here for over two years...  She was looking for him to thank him again for a paper flower that he might have made for her that she still has.    A gift that has value for her beyond any price .....    The picture is of her and student, Lily, who she was educating this year.




My Girls at St. Ann's 

I found that what the girls wanted most was to learn some basketball as now some of their schools are having organized teams for girls... Yes, I know hard it is to believe that they are just getting around to it!  So with the help of a donor or two I got ten basketballs --  and  the basket was still in good condition that Dennis and his friends had brought a few years ago.

I had started separating the really small girls who had no idea of sharing let alone teamwork, and just got them exercising and not hitting each other!   And the older girls we were learning some basketball basics. 

Aside:  I went to look at the internet for some basic drills for little weenies.  They had super-talented kids who started with dribbling two balls simultaneously behind their backs and through their legs...  This is basic??!   I guess we were doing pre-basic!   They were having a great time and I was leaving in a week .....   So this week I got my "adopted son" Rashleigh, and he agreed to continue the clinics after I left.   This week I helped him, just to show him the ropes  ..... He was a natural and the girls loved him ..... and they forgot me! 

The New Head Coach Rashleigh

It was good to see him take the lead with the clinic .....  and I will get over (maybe) the shock of being outshone.   The girls are what this was all about ..... and they will benefit all year from Rashleigh's commitment and your money!  From your donations, I am giving him a little stipend to run basketball every week.    

Finally, I found Family Medicine

I had known about the Family Medicine Residency for several years, but to tell you the truth.. I didn't have the energy to do more.   Until this year, when I needed them!  The psychiatry programme is newer and not yet as well organized.   I needed to connect with Family Medicine as they had all their paperwork in order ..... and I wanted to "steal" their forms.     I thought it would be more likely to happen if I offered to teach a class or two .....   They were very welcoming, really welcoming...   and had a huge list of things I could do ..... I ended up teaching about 6 hours in fields I am comfortable with.  Death, Grief, Bereavement, Crisis, Suicide, Interviewing Skills .....  And I did get some of their forms, which was great.

I do think that I surprised them somewhat, as they had thought that I would be a carbon copy of my friend Peter Kuhnert -- but I think they were warming up to me in the end.   I really liked them ..... at least the half or them that talked. The other half I think were preparing for a cloistered life.   I am impressed with the commitment of their local faculty and students to keep developing without even a small percentage of the resources we have in the North.   


Then there are my Psychiatry Residents

I have spent much time with these residents - almost every Friday Morning since I came.   I have attended rounds, taught some subjects that they needed and did one consultation with a patient.      They have taught me a lot in the process.   

The last few times I had criticized them (yes, me being critical!) because they have medical students at rounds who didn't do anything.   Then this week when I was there almost every patient in their overnight facility had a medical student "present the patient".  And they encouraged the students to pursue the interview with the patient --- Absolutely amazing. 100% improvement, first in rounds and then as teachers.

Then, I was supposed to give them an exam on the areas that I had covered over my 7 weeks.    It was a pretty short test - about a 30 minute one.   From experience,  I was prepared to be crushed ..... and to have the exam returned blank.   But to my thankful surprise, they had remembered well and could even apply their learning to some different situations.  And without  doubt, they all secured a successful pass. 

And a Farewell Thanks


Candy and I took our tutors out for a thank you meal.   They have done a spectacular job this year.  I am so proud to be part of this group of teachers.   I want to think my colleague and leader this year, Candy Mohan.   I am getting replaced all over the place ..... one would think that I am old!

I could never replace my readers.
Thanks for reading.
John
























Sunday, October 14, 2018

I am back to normal - whatever that is for me. I hope to stay that way too.

Famous Last Words

I realize that when I have passed the halfway date, unless there is a miracle I'll be leaving here with lots of unfinished plans, goals and dreams.   So, like any good nut case, I decide to pick up my pace.  Which in this case had already added a few presentations to the Family Medicine Residents.  I also forgot that the last half is also the time people realize that I'll be leaving and "now" need to see me about something complex and urgent that has been intractable for years .....  

Over a week ago I started coughing and hacking up some good sputum (it wasn't green, so I'd live) and I got some of the usual cures, such as decongestant and a cough suppressant ..... By last Monday, the cold was winning, I chatted with my personal doctor and roommate Obel for some help.  He prescribed an oral antibiotic and by Thursday morning, I had gotten worse.  From Monday to Thursday, I kept shuffling stuff to a later date or just canceling.  (I hate quitting.)   

It was a few nursing colleagues who commanded that I get a chest X-ray. (I also hate it when other people are right.)   I went over to Obel's office and he listened to my lungs again and agreed the medication had not been enough.  I went strolling down to X-ray and got a complimentary picture.   I brought it back to Obel and he looked at it with his medical student ..... and she said, "Consolidation .....virus..."  No more words were said except,  "Rev, I am going to admit you now!"  And as the typical messianic patient, I responded, "Are you sure?  I have stuff to do, etc. ... etc..."   Unfazed by my superman pleadings, he continued, "The oral antibiotic isn't strong enough, I need to put you on IV antibiotics, anti-inflammatories, mask -- something!"   

I was in shock as I faced my mortality (Okay, yes that is a little over the top) and when I was walking to my flat, I realized that I had forgotten to ask the most important question:  no, it wasn't "Is beer served?" but "Can I get internet?"    I got some bed clothes for an overnight stay and then I remembered that doctors don't  like to give "bad news", so I threw in a couple more shirts and, of course Mom, clean underwear!   I sat with Obel as he ran out of ink writing orders on my admitting sheet. 

I took my stuff down to admitting where  I received a look of amazement that I was to be a patient.  Then came question, "How will you pay for this?"  In the old days volunteers got free care, but maybe the old days are gone?  "Does the hospital still pick up the tab for us volunteers?"  She wasn't sure, but a few conferences later I was a "courtesy admission".  I didn't want to show my hand in that I was hearing my sweet wife shouting in my ear ..... "Just pay for it, you cheap xxxxx ..... and you are supposed to be insured ..... or did you think you'd never need it."  (The last guess was closest!)   Anyhow, Mercy was still merciful. 

I waited some time as there was a scurry of phone calls and conferences.  I was to be admitted to ICU (Intensive Care) and thought, "Maybe I am not taking this seriously enough".   However, when Nurse Christobel (I was going to add that she was a previous student; however almost all the nurses who attended to me were previous students) greeted me, she said that the reason for the ICU was just that it was the one available bed, so I was just being "parked" there until my room was available.

Mercy is small and not that it's a rumour mill, but rumours do thrive here. What if one of my kind friends emails Anne to tell her I got admitted to ICU -- she'd be on the midnight flight down!  And there was no internet in the unit, so I walked to the hallway - with permission - and sent an email trying to calm her worry about me in ICU.

Well, the best part of the story just goes to show how wrong I was:  she wrote back, "I won't get on a plane ..... because I have Book Club in the morning!  (Otherwise I might.)   I have been preparing for the discussion tomorrow at Book Club as I have to introduce it".  Just when you think you know someone!  I could see she was taking her responsibilities to others more than family, as I had been guilty of so many times .....

I did get my room soon after that and it was a very nice room with a view... I fact, it is a real upgrade from my flat:  air-conditioning, recliner chair, tv, nice adjustable bed with reading light., private bath with a semi-working shower .....  Even my friend Peter Kuhnert would not call it "Spartan". 

I got really attentive  and professional care ..... And you can tell I have been around there.  My name tag had a dangling end that didn't need to be there, so I went out to the nurses' station and ask if she'd cut the long end off.  Well, she cut the whole name band off, saying, "Rev, we all know who you are."

I was also lucky that I didn't have a lack of energy as I had a lineup of visitors - students, friends, colleagues, etc.,  some curious, some disbelieving, most caring and well wishing .....  I appreciated it, but didn't really like being the centre of such concern. 

I could see myself getting better each day.  And this morning I was good enough to be discharged, as even Dr. Obel agreed.  I would have to make some visits as an out-patient and would be given a set of new oral medications.   

Yes, a pediatrician was my doctor!  Actually, Obel was an internist in Africa for four years ..... and as he was fond of saying (because it pissed me off), "You know, children and 'the elderly' have a lot in common."   I may be able to handle "old" but "elderly" was just pushing it a little.     It was different having your doctor as a roommate.  While I was hospitalized, he would call from the flat and say, "Can I bring you over anything when I come to see you?"  He brought my laptop over at my request.  And Dr. Maylene, his friend who visits on the weekend, made dinner for me one night.   He told me that I was to call him and he would walk me back to the flat .....   100 yards?  No I wasn't going to call him.   But as it turned out when I was set to go, one of the psychiatry residents, Stephon, showed up with oranges for vitamin C... and he carried my bag the 100 yards and up the two flights of stairs...

I have been trying to  complete some easy stuff... and cancel a few events to keep my days light so I can cope.  With the break in my time here, I am more and more aware of finishing and being home with Anne and my Northern family.   I am blessed to have such a caring family for this "elderly" and somewhat "crazy" man.

I wanted to add a descriptive before-and-after picture .....  but the red shirt one is before and the black shirt is my last nebulizer treatment before discharge.   I guess pictures do lie.   I was terrible coming in and feel good leaving.. 




I will work hard to keep this coming week normal ..... 
And the next blog on the 20-21 will be the last this year from Guyana.  I'll write an ending from Ayr in November.

Thanks for reading.
John






Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Healing Worship: The Timehri Maha Kali Shakti Devi Temple

I have been trying to have the Healing parts of the service added to the  blog; however, the pictures and the words jump all over the page - as if possessed by an evil spirit.  (Coincidence you might say .....)

Anyhow, I have run out of swear words trying to get this up .....  I will attach a Word Document and the link.  Sorry about the inconvenience... First, my smart phone is smarter...now Blogger.    I think this is end of my relationship with Blogger - way too frustrating when I have pictures .....  Next Year, I'll try another blog platform....

This one is worth the effort...So here is the non-blog Blog.

Healing Worship Word Document

I need to thank Vik and Parsram for extending me every courtesy to learn about their worship and sacred practices.    I felt truly honored and blessed and still do.

There as also a sacrificial ritual that I witnessed, but I won't write about it unless there is a clamouring from my two fans!

Next week back to normal - whatever that is for me.
John

Saturday, September 29, 2018

More of the Usual and Mostly Nothing Significant

Timehri Maha Kali Shakti Devi Temple story will continue next week.

Out and About...

I met with Suzanne French who is on the board of the new NGO Corporation in Guyana that will fund psychiatry efforts here.  Rev. Dr. Peter Kuhnert is the prime mover of this NGO which will go by the catchy abbreviation of  "IftDofPaMHRI".   Suzanne is an energetic young (to me) woman who is eager to get going on raising funds to improve psychiatric care in Guyana.   Another woman from the past, Sandra LaRose, who was a small group tutor with the PBL course, is also a board member.

I was there a little early at our meeting place "Petit Fours". After spending 7 years in an Acadian Village, I knew I was looking for little ovens ..... But they have a really big oven and some nice little pastries.  They also had wifi.  I asked for the password and the woman at the counter told me "sweetthing".. made sense.  I went back to my table and it didn't work so after three more tries she had pity on me and entered it "sweetthang".  Give me a Break! Made no sense, but it worked... Another Guyanese spelling.

Amerindian Indigenous Peoples' Month

September has been called Amerindian Month for years; now even Guyana enters the politically correct world and now celebrates Indigenous Peoples' Month ..... The same people - different name.   I do support having people define themselves, but it seems that, as in many other countries, the name change doesn't improve their lives.    The British gave indigenous groups "special protection" under the law and that was continued after independence.   Yet whenever it is convenient for all the previous and present governments to limit those protections ..... they lose them without much legal recourse for the "specially protected".     But they do get a month in the calendar. 

In a very intentional way, many groups and the government ministries that deal with indigenous issues try to address the stereotypes that dominate mainstream Guyana culture.  They share the oral wisdom and stories in events throughout the country.   I do feel it is important to have the nursing students -- some of whom have indigenous blood, but have been raised in the city or on the coast -- to gain a stronger appreciation of Guyana's original peoples.  This year we took in the morning event at the Umana Yana.



This young woman is from the Arawak peoples. She told a traditional story of a young ten year old boy.  (Who would have been turning 11 at the end of her long story!)  It was a story of the importance of fathers in their families' lives.  And, of course, there was a wicked stepmother, and the boy proves to be a hero. He slays not one but two Forest Demons because his father taught him how to shoot his bow and arrow.

Two students from Indigenous Studies at University of Guyana
played and sung this.
It wasn't as good as last year -- there was no free lunch this time -- but I did buy some necklaces that were made by the WaiWai in the very south of Guyana for our granddaughters.  Sorry, Evan and Aidan!
   
The trip fit in well as we had been discussing the "strangeness" of people from different cultures.  There is so much that does not get spoken about but include expectations and rules, like facing the door in an elevator!  I had put this  drawing on FB and I'll share it again as it certainly reflects my experience in Guyana.  (And oh yeah: when I went to Seminary in Illinois, I soon realized that saying "Sh*t", "Fu*k" and all similarities were not acceptable no matter how bad your golf shot was!)

The top ones are easy to see because people talk about them.
The others are hard to see because people do not talk about them.

Thanks from the Nursing Students


I should have posted this earlier.  Here are their happy faces after receiving your gifts of tablets.  These are an invaluable tool to do their studying and research online.  It is a big gift for them ..... for some it is the biggest gift they have ever received.  So far the tablets are holding up in the heat and the humidity at least as well as in other years.   And as students do all over the world, now they complain that I give them too much research!

My Roommate  Dr. Oble Francisco Alfonso Gonzalez

Maylene, the beautiful woman on the
left is his "girlfriend", an Opthamologist.
Obel is a seasoned pediatrician who studied and worked in Cuba for years and then went to Africa for 4 years.   He arrived in Guyana without a job and finally got one here at Mercy about a year ago.   He kind of looks tough, but he is actually very quiet, gentle and kind.  He says "Sorry" often enough to be a Canadian!  I really like him, and mercifully his English is way better than my Spanish ,,... although the other night, he wanted me to get him a hamburger -- or that is what my ear heard.   "Hey, sure; we can go to Big Daddy's down the street.  They have fries too and of course, beer. "  No, I want a "han-book-er.".   He knew that I had a famous pediatrician, Dr. Emilee Flynn, visiting me, so he wanted to know if she would recommend a newer version of a Pediatric Handbook that he had from 1986!

But that is not my best human being Canadian Obel story -- which will come after this introduction to my famous niece Emilee.


Emilee Flynn 

Emilee had visited me on her first trip to Guyana a few years ago to help with teaching health care professionals how to manage high risk newborns when you have no technology.   This is her third trip with her group... And she took off an evening to have dinner with me!

I first had her work to pay for her dinner.  She had to help me with Basketball practice with the girls at St Ann's.   I will show you the video from a week ago with the older girls...   John Wooden couldn't have done better .....




However, this week I was back to chaos and self-doubt.  The little girls came late and the bigger girls came ..... and luckily Emilee arrived soon after that.   But I need to work with the little weenies separately, without distraction. They just had to do what the older ones were doing; and, the older ones wanted no part of them.  I was unable to convince the little girls that they would learn more with drills designed for their skill and age.    I was told that they could play basketball as well as the older girls -- and then they would go on to demonstrate that they couldn't! There was  no changing them.  They joined in with the older girls and we both ignored them when we didn't step on one of them.
Emilee took some videos of this practice, but she wants to see if she can sell it to Funniest Home Videos before giving it to me.

Emilee right before she showed the girls
her astonishing reverse, 360  dunk...
and with her shades and sandals on.
We survived the practice and headed to dinner at New Thriving Chinese.  Wow, ever since they opened their fancy place in Providence, the prices have gone way up! I guess they have to pay for it.  We sat outside on the roof with a nice breeze and no mosquitoes... and (this is for Emilee's mother, Monica) right across from Holy Family Catholic Church.   Emilee told me lots of good stories about my sister that I hope I can remember if I have to make speech at her 50th wedding anniversary.   A great visit was made even better:  Emilee paid for dinner -- and even without that, she is an amazing person.  Thanks for the visit!









And back to my favourite story about Saint Obel.

I had left to go to St Ann's and basketball about 3:00 and I made sure to lock the door as Obel always does.   He came "home" about 4:00 to find he had left his flat keys inside.   He did not want to really bother me because I told him that I had an important family member for dinner.   So he sat outside for the 4 hours till I returned from dinner.  Walking in I saw him sitting under the flat, he was smiling and waving.    When I heard his story, I could hardly believe it!  I said to him, "You can't be a real doctor; you aren't nearly arrogant enough." 

Boy, did I feel bad -- but not as bad as I felt a few minutes later.  I took my sweaty basketball shirt out of my backpack and I had put my phone there too.     And there were two texts from ..... Take a guess!   And two missed phone calls from the same person!   I don't think that the smart phone is smart enough for me!   And yes, I know:  I will buy him and Maylene dinner.   See, he is really gentle, and a secret Canadian .....

Enough.  Some people quit when they have completed their thoughts... I quit when I think it is long enough.

John