OCT-B-4
THE FIRST
CLINIC DAY
BEGINS WITH
A RUN AT KALIM PONG
I am early. I am sitting on the porch overlooking the
garden and the valley beyond with the fog and cloud shrouded peaks of the
I am waiting for
Jackie, the family practice resident from Travis Air Force Base near
We had our
introductory meeting last night by candlelight, since the electricity had gone
out early in the day and we had only the light of a few lanterns and the
candles. The power came back on during
the dinner, so we could finish the fiery hot concoctions labeled as Nepalese
specials. I went to bed early,
attempting to re-adjust my trans-global clock, and am up early now awaiting the
start of the pre-arranged six-thirty run.
THE RUN ON THE HILLCREST ROADS
OF KALIM PONG
It rained all day. It was a fine mist, from the kind that perpetually shrouds the big mountain at this time of year. We ran up hill for the start of the run and threaded the narrow streets along the steep precipices for the first half opf the run, after most of the dogs had given up their prowl for the night and before the heavy truck traffic had begun for the day. I ran with Jackie, the Air Force woman who has a base in Travis Air Force Base outside Sacramento and could be sent anywhere the Air Force wishes her to be as a Family Physician when she finishes her residency as she has already done all her life as dependent of her father who had done the same thing.
We returned for breakfast, then loaded into small vans where for the third time, I seem to have lost a precious commodity—an unexposed roll of film—I had stuffed into the packet of the vest that leaks everything put into it—even now that I have put safety pins along the slash pockets so that it is now hard to get anything into or out of it—except film rolls which migrate out with a secret desire to go abroad without me.
A HIGH VOLUME CLINIC AT THE
We set to
work in the fairly efficient teams I had organized with four groups: 1)
General/FP headed by Jackie; 2) Peds; 4) General/Surgery; and 4) Ob/Gyn, with a
rotation of one person from each team into the others due tomorrow. We had a very large group of patients
awaiting us which got larger as we were there, pushing through the doors at an increasing
rate. But this is a group of mainly
senior medical students, so that it worked rather well, since I do not have to explain
both the clinical skills involved in the history-taking interview and the
physical examination, then explain the pathology and pharmacology (neither of
which a freshman medical student would have had as that point in their career
when I supervise them in Ladakh.) So we
pushed right through what should have been lunch time, only at two did we try
to close the door and go to the pharmacy to eat a box lunch. When we returned, their were even more people,
pushing on the doors which we maintained by closing them and a queue of scores
of people impossible to go in and out of accumulated at each door. At the end of the day around
We saw many interesting patients amid the usual run of those who h ad already been cared for somewhere in town and were coming for a second opinion on whether their treatment had been appropriate. A couple of women had epidermoid carcinoma of the floor of the mouth or the tongue, previously undiagnosed, for the habit of chewing betel nut. We had one fellow who had a fever jaundice and large lymph nodes who has no doubt got a lymphoma—whom we referred for management to the local physicians whom we are unsure of whether they can handle that. A few of the local practitioners were there, not so much to be instructed, or to pick up the referrals we would pass to them, but to get medicines for their wives and mothers for symptoms they would describe with the patient unseen. The BMO (Bloc Medical Officer) was there for the first half of the morning, and we could send him the patients who would need chronic care, such as the young child with cerebral palsy who needs braces for his right leg, and was seen only once by the Red Cross..
We returned
in the rain to have a brief patient presentation session, and go over several
more of the patients: a gardener with sporotrichosis, a festinating man with
Parkinsonism, a child with anisocoria and rotatory nystagmus, and others before
dinner and an early turn in to do more of the same tomorrow in a more remote
clinic.