I've been here now for almost two months. It feels like a week.
I spend a lot of time in the field. Trying to call data collectors to find out why they are two hours late. Trying to print things in the precious moments between power outages. Trying not to let my New York sensibilities scare the nice Ugandan people.
I pick up a lot of babies because that is what I like to do. I gave a piece of my banana to a little girl who waited, alone, in the dirt, for her mother to leave the clinic. She started choking and then threw it up all over herself. I should probably not feed the babies.
My team is amazing and we make the numbingly bumpy car rides fun. Vicky talks about her boyfriend and "why won't he propose already?" I talk about how, at the end of the day, all I really want is someone to share coffee with. Nescafe doesn't count.
I've made so many friends. They're all very sexy. Liz is an american journalist who travels around Africa writing stories about genocide. Fluff pieces really. Emily works on the South Sudan humanitarian crisis. Jenny is dating (and the mother of his son) a Ugandan superstar. Leanne goes deep into the field providing family planning to those who need it most but are most scared. Morgan is leaving us. She is moving to Papua New Guinea to work on domestic violence an epidemic affecting almost 100% of women. And I've got my mosquitoes. Which is super sexy.
I've joined the mountain climbing club of Uganda and every week I climb some rocks and drink some adrenaline and get stronger and fight my fear. Also it helps that the other rock climbers are gorgeous.
I don't know where my long term base will be or when I'm going to come home for a visit, but I'll keep you all posted.
I'm planning to go to Ugandan mass in continuation of my education to learn and understand what sustains people beyond the medicine. What gives people dignity and strength. Maybe I'll even get my hair braided.
Maybe not.
I spend a lot of time in the field. Trying to call data collectors to find out why they are two hours late. Trying to print things in the precious moments between power outages. Trying not to let my New York sensibilities scare the nice Ugandan people.
I pick up a lot of babies because that is what I like to do. I gave a piece of my banana to a little girl who waited, alone, in the dirt, for her mother to leave the clinic. She started choking and then threw it up all over herself. I should probably not feed the babies.
My team is amazing and we make the numbingly bumpy car rides fun. Vicky talks about her boyfriend and "why won't he propose already?" I talk about how, at the end of the day, all I really want is someone to share coffee with. Nescafe doesn't count.
I've made so many friends. They're all very sexy. Liz is an american journalist who travels around Africa writing stories about genocide. Fluff pieces really. Emily works on the South Sudan humanitarian crisis. Jenny is dating (and the mother of his son) a Ugandan superstar. Leanne goes deep into the field providing family planning to those who need it most but are most scared. Morgan is leaving us. She is moving to Papua New Guinea to work on domestic violence an epidemic affecting almost 100% of women. And I've got my mosquitoes. Which is super sexy.
I've joined the mountain climbing club of Uganda and every week I climb some rocks and drink some adrenaline and get stronger and fight my fear. Also it helps that the other rock climbers are gorgeous.
I don't know where my long term base will be or when I'm going to come home for a visit, but I'll keep you all posted.
I'm planning to go to Ugandan mass in continuation of my education to learn and understand what sustains people beyond the medicine. What gives people dignity and strength. Maybe I'll even get my hair braided.
Maybe not.
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