Uganda Have a Good Time (settling in)

Once I had been in the culture for a couple days I finally started to appreciate it and truly understand it and the people. It was strange at first though, because if a women is showing her knees she is considered a prostitute and the men will try to rape her, because they believe that this is what this type of women wants. That was a big culture shock. Another major one, was their court system. There is a court system and people can go to prison/jail, but if someone is murdered, the murderer will get away with it. This is because a dead body cannot defend oneself so there is no one to accuse the murderer of it, even if their was a witness. Being from America this seemed absolutely crazy. There were a lot of eye opening experiences, sadly there was a women who was found dead in the river at the bottom of our village. There was many sick children that came to the clinic looking for help. My time at the clinic was very well spent. I mainly did vitals of patients, taking their BP, heart rate, and symptoms to see if any testing for malaria or an STI needed to be done. When I wasn’t taking vitals, I was either examining patients with Alison and Kelsey who are both PA’s, working in the lab, working with the HIV center, or helping in the Maternity center. When I was with Alison and Kelsey I patiently watched while the translator translated and then once the patient was cleared they would explain everything to me. When I was in the lab I would look through a microscope of samples of blood, or do pH testing of urine. When I worked in the HIV center we had an OVC program which was for orphaned children who’s parents died of HIV and now they have HIV. I would transcribe for the main HIV doctor and help examine the children and their charts. In the maternity center I was able to feel babies inside or women and determine if they women’s growth was healthy and discuss their living situation and make sure it was safe and healthy for the baby. I learned to love the people of Bulaki and everything about it. I loved the people and especially the children, they loved the white people, which they called us Muzungu. They were so cute, I’ll never forget them, or any of the people in Bulaki.

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