Experience of Day 2 (6/4/2013)

Although today is the second day, today was the “D-Day” for those who are interested in pediatrics. We are going to meet Pre-K/Elementary students today.

Upon arrival, we moved to our assigned stations. I, in particular, was assigned to the audiometer station. And boy, it was really slow day. I only had five students coming today for hearing test. In addition, all five of them had a problem of their own in audiometer test. For example, three of the five students were below the age of 4 (I was given the instructions to test only those who are above the age of four).

On the other hand, I had two students that were four or above. However, I soon learned that both of them had difficult time understanding/comprehending English. This made the testing slightly more difficult, but I had it under control. I just took things really slow to give them time to think and respond to the sound from audiometer.

As we prepared ourselves for the night camp, we noticed that today’s weather had a high chance of raining. Hence we started to add our “anti-rain” equipment. We certainly enjoyed various types of equipment that people brought. However, I certainly thought that Ida’s equipment stood out with her umbrella hat.

Nicole wearing Ida's umbrella hat

Nicole wearing Ida’s umbrella hat

At 6:30 we headed out for our second night camp.

In comparison to our very first camp, this camp looked, seemed, and felt like it needed a lot of attention. For example, not only did the people looked like they needed to see us, but the camp itself was poorly maintained. The bugs flew all around the camp while the stench of the garbage filled the air around the camp. Regardless, we did not have time to complain about the camp’s condition. Instead, we quickly adapted to this environment and began to serve the migrant workers

Again, I was entrusted with BMI station. We were sort of hidden in the back. However, I was able to work with good number of people. Later, when the number of our patients started to dwindle down, I started to talk to the local migrant workers with Ida. It was not very successful, but it was certainly enjoyable trying to talk to migrant farmworkers with broken Spanish.

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