Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
My favorite person on the floor this week is Moises, 13 year-old boy who fell out of a tree with an armed weapon while hunting a tasty rodent. The firearm exploded on inpact and shot bullets into his leg and thigh. Today I helped put in his skin grafts. The cutest person on the floor this week is a 1.2kg, 2 day-old baby girl (no name yet), product of a 33 week-old gestation in a severely preeclamptic 23 year-old mother who was finaly induced. The bravest person of the week is definately Don Carlos M., cachectic 48 year-old gentleman with terminal colon cancer who comes in every day for his 8mg of morphine and dressing of his developing abcesses vs fistulas (no more surgery in his case). He always smiles for me and today he came in with glaring white sneakers that his wife had just bought to encourage walking.
Sorry for the unusual narrative. Will try to be more traditional next time.
This space is saved for my commentary on our follow up trip to the communities (particularly Apunag, Gaunan, Shanuaycu, and Puuhuaipamba). Still slacking about writting it all. But patience and it will come. :) love to you all. pri
Thursday, September 08, 2005
In Apunag, a community of some 60 homes, two hours or so outside of Riobamba, Socorro and her 2mo son, were our guides. Clambering up and down the mountain at such an altitude, I sometimes felt faint... but not this young lady. What is interesting, is that though the landscape is composed of massive mountains covered in dull velvety colors, the Quichua people love intense colors and clothing. Red, the color of blood and sacrifice, is a favorite.