Saturday, September 15, 2018

The Reasons Why I am Here



Student Nurses at Mercy Hospital








When classes started a week ago Monday I was almost settled except for the internet -- now it has worked for soooo long, I have forgotten the hassles!    I do like going to the student’s opening service every morning despite the fact that I can’t sing and have no rhythm and the theological expressions in the singing are not exactly mine.    I am comforted by the familiarity and enthusiasm of the students.   And by their third year even the Hindu and Muslim students are singing “I am under the Rock.”   Of course, it is not a conversion; just a participation in the lives of people to whom they have grown close.


I took the mandatory prison shots and added them to my screen saver.    Even before two weeks, I think I know them all most of the time.  I also gave my “older” self three weeks instead of two to get to know them all before I have to buy pizza!     The trouble here in Guyana is that everyone has varying names for different occasions, so Jaishree might be Davie, a Ronda may be be Kayla King, Ron could be Linden, Hamosady is Sarafina… And Chukwubuike is from Africa and that is his only name; however, his last name is Okorie, so Okorie he is.  On the first day, I am convinced they are so much alike that I will never sort them all out… but now I know and see how different they are.   I do so enjoy being part of their lives.

Problem Based Teacher

Not only is Problem Based Learning very different than anything they have ever done before… They are all sure that they have never had a teacher like me!   I give them an “ice-breaker” exercise the first day...  Easy.  They write down two of their secret weapons that are going to make them a great batchmate and nurse … so there are very interesting responses, such as that one is a professional cake maker and another can teach everyone how to breathe and relax, another is a good fisherperson… And the second question is “What are you most afraid as you start this nursing course.     And most put "failing" ..… even after I told them no one has ever failed my course ..… and none of them have ever failed a course!   Several of them were most afraid of have to talk out loud in class ("I'll die if I have to do that ..…") and in my comforting way I told one of them, “Well, I guess you are going to die.”

Our course leader this year has been tutoring with me  for many years.   Last year we co-led the course and this year she has taken over most of the coordinating tasks and arranging for small group tutors.     She has done a better job than I did as she knows more about who is around and when they are free.  She has also done something that I hadn’t.  Our pages start in the afternoon with the groups developing their research questions and then, the next time we meet is on a different morning.  Previously we had tutors who volunteered for one day.  So in the group they facilitated in the morning, the questions were developed by one tutor, and in the afternoon the questions would be addressed by a different tutor.  Somehow Candy has convinced volunteers to do a whole page, Say Monday afternoon and then Wednesday Morning.   Amazing! 




 Here are the tutors and students working in small groups 
 [Candy, Roberta, Vic and John]

Early on I have them do what has become a “Labba Hunt”. It originally [1980’s] started out as an Assisted Death "trigger sheet" to get at how each person felt ..…  Now it is Guyanese:

Imagine the classic Guyanese holiday:  A couple in the deep hinterlands – labba hunting.   While she is out on the river fishing – no labba yet – the man is attacked by a jaguar.   When the woman hears his cries for help, she comes back to find him lying there in a pool of blood.  His flesh has been torn away; he is in unbearable pain.  Both of them know that he is going to die.  There is no way to save his life.  He begs for her to shoot him, saying “Please hurry up and kill me.”   He can’t even turn the hunting rifle on himself.    His suffering is intolerable…

The question is “Would you shoot him?” The worksheet teases out understanding, approval, and doing the same or not.   Of course, I try and slide in a few ethics concepts.  This year after they completed the sheet themselves, I divided them up into debating teams of “Yes, I’d do the same.” Or “No, I wouldn’t do the same.”   It was almost evenly divided… each team selected a debater and ..... It was a lively affair, just short of a riot!   Three or four times during the class  the teacher or students next door pounded on the divider to tell us they were taking an exam.  I yelled back "So are we!"


The Second Reason I have Returned


The whole Psychiatry Residency Programme: l-r. Jackie, 
Veneda [guest pregnant appearance - due in a couple of weeks]
Stephon ,Colleen and Elizabeth.  (They are smiling because 
my class with them was over!)


This is the group gathered for ward rounds last Friday.
They are medical students gathered from different medical schools in Guyana. On the right are Colleen, Zenia  (a psychiatrist from Cuba) and  Elizabeth.

I find it a real honor to be assisting with a desperately need programme in Guyana.  As you may remember, a few years ago Guyana was Number One in the world with the highest rate of suicide deaths.  The Department of Psychiatry had been one of the leaders in tackling this problem

Of course, I am not alone in knowing very little about psychiatry.  I am also honored to work with other Canadians who know more and who have appointments from McMaster University in Ontario:  Tony Carr (yes the same old curmudgeon of PBL fame), Shrenik Parekh and Sujay Patel (psychiatrists). As well, there is Peter Kuhnert, a Family Doc, specializing in Psychiatry, who has just set up a non-profit corporation in Guyana to assist with raising funds to improve the state of both Psychiatry and Mental Health here.   I will let Peter give you the proper details for where to send your leftover thousands!

All of these docs have come to Guyana many times to teach and almost all have regular Skype teaching sessions throughout the year.  I don't really Skype yet, as I first have to master my #$%^*@ smart phone.

The residents themselves are a joy to be with as they are  inquisitive, dedicated to patients and learning, in the midst of what I perceive to be chaos and very few resources within the hospital or the community.   


Last and probably least (because they are all 
really small) - "my" girls at St. Ann's

St Ann's Girls Home is in the process of modernizing and improving how the home is run.    I just began an exercise and basketball clinic supposedly for the little girls and one for the bigger girls.   I am no stranger to coaching basketball though I have to remember way way back.   And I haven't coached girls since I was a Senior in High School!   Well, I had brought some basketballs (with your money)  and laid out a schedule of exercises and drills for both groups.   I started with two little ones  -- who I felt confident I could take on, one on one ..... 


 This was actually the most control I had in the whole 90 minutes.   If you think these two are cute ..... Wrong!  I could not convince them to share the balls when others showed up.  So the would start to cry if one of the bigger girls also had a difficult time with sharing.  These two cute little saints would just run away and hide with "their" balls.    I think that I may be getting too old ..... It was clearly the worst practice I have ever run in all my decades of coaching sports.   But as my old soccer co-coach Malcolm Paterson would remind me  "We lost 18 to 0 -- it can only get better".....   So I will be back next week with new energy and approaches and more balls .....though I may not let these two little angels on the court.



 I have written enough for anyone to read, so I am stopping, though there was a lot more I could tell .....  Thanks for reading.
                                           John


A Small Funny Aside

The University of Guyana is doing some great stuff and in their recent newsletter listed their top 25 accomplishments.    I just got a kick out of #4 .…. It is both funny and significant.   Dr. Ivelaw Lloyd Griffith has done an amazing job leading the Renaissance of UG.

1Secured the reaccreditation of the School of Medicine.
2Made the George Walcott Lecture Theatre (GWLT) and the Small Lecture Theatre (SLT) fully air-conditioned, and installed new bathrooms in GWLT.
3Boosted the Wi-Fi access at Turkeyen, Tain, and Dennis Irvine Hall, put new PA systems in lecture halls, fixed furniture and put fans in classrooms.
4Stopped wild horses, cows, and most dogs from roaming campus.
 (n.b,  The wild horses were only a problem in English Classes.)

Saturday, September 8, 2018

And it was Morning and Evening of the First Day

 Always a sad goodbye

I could have had a smoother start…

Flight was uneventful except for the Chinese [I guess this is no longer acceptable; can someone offer a new adjective, maybe Trumpian?] Fire Drill in Trinidad ..... We had to get off the plane, walk a while, go right by the new departure gate, down the stairs and go through immigration, re-ticketing, all the screening security -- though we never left the secure area!  I guess it provides jobs and it did shorten the sitting and waiting time.

No trouble with Immigration or Customs in Guyana ... Got through at 7:25 having landed at 7:10am. [Their new spiffy terminal was there, but the first arrival test was later that day.  My friend, Bhiro was in Canada as his dad is not well, so he arranged for the Public Hospital van to pick me up.  No problem except there was no hospital van there... and at 8:05 still no van ..... As you emerge from inside you are greeted by the licensed drivers.   Now there are way more drivers than people needing one and there is no system of ..... who is next.   They just rush to greet you and then shadow you like a puppy until your ride comes or you give up waiting.  I took my shadow’s taxi.  All was good.  I even got to meet his family on the way in to Georgetown ..… and wait while he picked up some money from a relative to buy tickets for the professional cricket match on this weekend.

I can’t complain as I had him stop to pick up the Guyana Lutheran Church phone at Davy Ram’s Republic Bank. There is only one problem: it is a small smart phone.  I have never had a phone smarter than I am!  It rings – many different sounds.  I don't know what to do as it came with no instructions.  This will be a good test for me as I have resisted going cellular.  So far, I have managed just to have it turn off every night at 9 and not turn on till 6 ..… satisfying!  I did buy a protective cover, so when I drop it or throw it, it might still work.  
It is tiny, though you can't see that.

I would have looked on the internet for a manual, but for some reason IT thought that I was arriving on Saturday and not Friday, so there was no internet in the flat. [Guyanese note: there is no one working on Saturdays to configure the connection, so I would still not have it.]  I was assured it would be working on Monday ..... and it was running on Wednesday -- not bad, and now I am happy!     
I try to get here on a Friday as I can connect with everyone and get set to teach on Monday.   And I adapt, though usually grumbling.   I can get WiFi signals in the flat, but they are password-protected and I guess I don’t have the appropriate clearance.  

So I go down to the school or the cafeteria patio where I can connect and meet evening mosquitos and old friends and students -- whose first question is:
 Do you remember my name?   [They know I have this disability and still they torment me.]   Then they ask, “What are you doing out here?     Just getting some breeze.

If this was the only inconvenience, it wouldn’t be worth mentioning.   But my printer can only work through an internet connection.   [Yes Tim Carr, maybe you could get it working without the Net, but I can’t.]  So it will be a race to see if IT will connect the printer before my 11:00 am class.  Ah, the suspense.   If you have read attentively, you know it wasn’t.  However, as so many times in my life, a wonderful secretary has bailed me out.  Yolanda, the school’s Do-Everything, printed all the sheets I needed.  Thanks.

I was assured the flat was ready.

I have a roommate this year, Obel, a Cuban Pediatrician.   Obel is a fine person; I’ll write about him in a later blog.   We will do well together.  

There were a few small problems; all the windows were stuck shut, and they still are.  Maybe tomorrow?  Wilton, a Bosco graduate and now working with maintenance, got them fixed   I did get an extra fan…  They took the one that we gave Michelle (the Director of Housekeeping) last year, and gave it back ….. after the weekend as she was not there those days.

And the best; see if you can tell what is missing from my bedroom.    
Now, Peter K, this really would be Spartan.

There was no mattress on the bed till 4 on Friday afternoon.  It is a long, long Guyanese story with which I won’t bother you.  But Terry got it done, along with many other requests from me.

And the last in this litany of woe:   My ATM card for the local bank had expired. Who knew?   So I called my personal and important banker, Davy Ram;  he said to just call him in the afternoon before I left for the branch and he would arrange it.  I forgot that Guyanese bankers really do have banker’s hours.  So when I called at 2:30 that I was ready to go, they had stopped working at 2:00.    Luckily I had enough money to get essentials – coffee and … you thought I was going to say beer!  But when my friend, Taju Olaleye, delivered all the tablets [to which many of you had contributed and which are now all working and fully charged] for the new first year nursing students, he also brought a case of beer which I had asked him to pick up !   And he put it on my tab J 

On Tuesday afternoon, I did go to get my ATM Card.  Davy had warned them I was coming  ..… It is good to know people in high places, especially in Guyana.  I was done in less than an hour!  I did have to sign papers for everything, though ..… And once, the young man told me that his supervisor said it wasn’t my signature because it wasn’t identical to my passport.  Now I resisted asking for the supervisor’s credential in graphology and just tried to copy my passport signature, and now she agreed.   And the card worked and I have money.

Later on Monday evening, I was forced to go to the Everest Cricket Club for something to eat, and a few beers, and their internet to send a loving email to my wife.  

 Actually, I got lots done despite the small difficulties ..... I did get a chance to chat with both the Board Chair, Carlton Joao who said he would buy lunch –- bonus!  Also met the new CEO, Enoch Wain Gaskin.  I like him and think he is a good fit for Mercy now.   He didn’t offer to buy lunch, but one can’t have everything, eh?
The end of the first day with many hiccups and frustrations and laughs; I am well and there is a cool [by Guyana standards] breeze blowing through the flat

Looking ahead

Anne has convinced me that I can’t keep coming back to Guyana for ever because I am getting old.   I am not sure she is right, though next year I do not plan to be back in September or October.   I just said, “Yes, Dear.” as I have missed her birthday for 17 years… and she has let me live, without too much grumbling. Anne will be 80 in October 2019 and we will be going on a trip through Scandinavia ..... Neither of us has ever been there, so I am looking forward to that.  

It also means I will plan a big 80th celebration, though she says the trip is more than enough. Maybe everyone will have to bring a book she hasn’t read; and that will be a big challenge. 





There was no Coup…

I thought it was a great opportunity to have last year’s co-leader to take over the reins of leadership.   So I am not Lead Faculty for the Problem Based Learning Course -- I will be Nurse Candy Mohan’s assistant.   I know she will do well; I am not so sure about myself.  Candy has already made changes to the way I [and Tony Carr] had done stuff and we haven’t even had the first class.    

I usually ask you to pray for the students; this year I, too, may need all the prayers I can get.  I am sure that I will write more as the time goes along.   Thank you for joining me.