Day 2 on the ground. I think. We’ve lost track of what day it is here, in the States, or pretty much anywhere. Let’s just say we’re oriented x 1 and certainly not the full three.
It’s hilarious trying to recap a day because when you’re here it just all feels normal. Yet somehow I don’t think it is.
We joined Kevin for an early morning prayer meeting with a group of around 50 local pastors. These pastors come into Banlung twice a year for training and then take the lessons back to their congregations. Disciples making disciples. It was amazing to see faces that I recognized from last year.
We joined Kevin for a ride out to one of the outlying villages. He was taking a family back home after transporting one of the ladies to Phnom Penh so she could attend deaf school. While chatting with one of the missionaries at the prayer meeting, he mentioned an older lady in need so we made a slight detour to try and see her. While trying to find her, a pig ran under the 4Runner.
The funniest part was that this village wasn’t too far out of the main town and there were some tourists (chubby middle aged pasty white folks with large cameras around each of their necks kinda stand out). They started screaming something in French at Kevin and we didn’t need a translator to get the gist of what a horrible human being they thought he was. They stopped when I stepped out in my scrubs but Kevin was already tracking down the owner to make retribution. He did nothing wrong but wanted to make it right and did by paying for the pig (but not for the one million riel suggested by one of the locals). Crisis averted.
Back into town and we went back to take care of the pastors. Of course one fella stood out as a repeat patient: https://2020aroundtheworld.wordpress.com/2013/01/31/on-call-in-cambodia/
Fortunately he’s kept the sticks outta the eyes for the past year and is doing quite well. He certainly has a corneal scar from that vicious injury but not nearly as bad as I expected.
Saw a young man with night blindness and confirmed RP with a one second direct ophthalmoscope glance-man those spicules were dense and not far into the periphery. We’re going to work on getting one of the local pastors cataract surgery through a catholic charity in Phnom Penh which is encouraging. Last year I tried to touch base with some Lions in PP about getting surgeries taken care of but that never materialized ($$$) so it’s nice to have an option.
Typical ending to the clinic day. One of the local helpers wanted their daughter looked at so we pulled our equipment back out. She was blind as a bat with a very strong prescription.
Atypical ending to the day: one of Kevin’s kids has the shakes and they’re thinking about the possibility of malaria. Pray for him.