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.

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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?

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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