Final clinic days

4^th clinic

The fourth clinic day was at the same site as the 3^rd because we had so many patients that day, and the village was bigger than most of the others.  I was in pediatrics again this day.  One of our more interesting child cases was an 8 year old boy who had lower leg pain for the last 2 years.  He said it hurts the most at a scar he showed us, and hurt the most with cold water and with running.  The biggest concern was that he could have osteomyelitis (bone infection) resulting from the dog bite.  However, it was also possible that it was leftover nerve pain from damage caused by the bite. 

This day at the clinic was a little less busy since we’d been there the previous day.  While we were standing around waiting to go back to camp, we were talking with a few teenage girls through our interpreter Shaellie.  We asked them if they felt we were more ‘masculine’ based on our dress (pants) and our career choice.  However, they said that they thought it was pretty great.  They didn’t feel that we were masculine, just different then what they experience in their culture.  They said they were also very happy with their lifestyle and the ‘norms’ associated with it.  This interaction was interesting because of the pretty extreme restrictions for women in these cultures.  However, they seemed very open minded in understanding our culture and situation as well.  My cynical side was also in the back of my mind, wondering if these girls had really experienced the restrictiveness and oftentimes disrespect that comes with being a woman in India.  Hopefully they will never experience it, but it’s fairly common.

The evening of the fourth day, we held a ‘road-side’ clinic back at our campsite.  Since a lot of the people living where we were staying work all day, they were unable to make it to the day-time clinics.  So around 4:30, we set up a few tables across from our campsite and saw patients, with goats walking around amongst us and on top of the roofs of the village.  The most memorable and thought provoking woman from this clinic was a 22 year old woman who came in with her 3 children ages 5, 3, and 1.  Each child was there with a pretty severe scabies rash, molluscum contagiosum (a skin virus that usually clears on its own), worms, and malnourishment.  The youngest child also displayed strabismus, a condition where the eyes are not aligned together.  It seemed the child could see with both eyes, as he would sometimes watch you with one eye, and sometimes switch to the other eye.  Besides treating for parasites (which can sometimes cause this) we could only refer her to another more specialized physician.  We gave the rest of the children vitamins in hopes of helping with malnourishment (the 5 year old child weighed only 22lbs).  As the mother finished up with her children, she also had a few concerns of her own.  She said she hadn’t had her period in 4 months, and she thought she might be pregnant.  She had gone to the doctor after having her youngest child a year ago, and was given oral contraceptives to take for 5 months.  The physician hadn’t told her that she would need to get a refill to continue taking after she ran out of those, and so she ended up pregnant again.  She wasn’t very happy about the pregnancy, as she already had 3 children and she was so young.  She mentioned that both she and her husband had been open and considering receiving surgery to prevent having further children, but they didn’t know where they could go to have it done.  This was the most depressing part of it for me because she was educated and had an open enough relationship with her husband that they had tried to make the right choices for their family, but because of a lack of resources were in this position of having another child they were unprepared to take care of.  These are the realities of living in a place like Himachal Pradesh.

The fifth clinic day was relatively uneventful.  It was really slow, but we had a sciatic pain and a carpal tunnel patient.  These were interesting for me since we had learned the physical exam skills to diagnose these kinds of issues, but I had never been able to see them on a real patient.  Luckily, we were able to provide a splint for the carpal tunnel patient, and some physical therapy for both of them to improve their symptoms.  These are the types of problems that arise from such hard manual labor though, and I expect many people live day to day with these types of pain.

On our sixth clinic day, we set up another roadside clinic.  I was at the pharmacy this day, so I didn’t get to see any patients.  However, at the end of the day I heard about another really sad and complicated case.  A man and woman had come in together, for each of their own problems.  The man went the adult medicine tent and explained that he and his wife were having trouble getting pregnant.  He said they had had a child 8 years ago and he had died of a heart defect.  They had taken him to a hospital when they realized something was wrong, and the surgery would have cost them 10,000INR (Indian Rupees), equivalent to $200.00.  They were unable to afford the surgery, so they took their son home to die.  They’d been trying to conceive for the past 8 years without success.  He also mentioned that he had some burning with urination, and some other symptoms that indicated a sexually transmitted infection.  We later found out that he was married to the woman who had gone to the gynecological tent for complaints of infertility as well.  She told them that her and her husband had had 2 children, one girl, and one boy, and the boy had died of a heart defect.  Her husband was upset with her for ‘her’ inability to get pregnant and produce a son.  He was threatening to remarry.  She begged the doctors to tell her husband that it was his own fault they could not conceive, as they had been to many doctors before who had determined it was a problem with him that meant they could not conceive.  Her physical exam was normal.  The delicacy of this social situation meant that the doctors treated the man for sexually transmitted infections, and explained that they didn’t have the necessary testing to determine the cause of the infertility.  This was another example of how women are restricted disrespected, and the difference in social norms and expectations.

The 7^th clinic day took place inside the hospital.  We saw a young woman this day who had just been married 11 months earlier, and was 6 weeks pregnant, but feeling a lot of pelvic pain.  After determining that she had Pelvic Inflammatory Disease (which can sometimes be caused by STI’s), we decided to treat her with an intramuscular shot of ceftriaxone (which is quite painful), and oral azithromycin.  We also asked her if she could have her husband come in later on for treatment, as these kinds of things can be passed back and forth and may put the baby at risk.  We were uncertain about whether or not they would actually return, due to the delicate dynamics of husband-wife interactions in such cases.  However, later that evening after dinner, she arrived with her husband.  He asked why he needed to be treated too even though he wasn’t having any problems.  We tried to explain without placing blame that infections can cuase these problems, and can be passed back and forth between husband and wife, and it is for the safety of the baby that he is also treated.  Fortunately this was an acceptable explanation for him, and he willingly accepted the painful shot.  The interaction between the young husband and wife was sort of refreshing given the other things we’d seen to make us more cynical of this kind of situation.

The 7^th day there was also a 17 year old girl named Amshita who came into clinic with her father who was presenting with diabetes (which is fairly uncommon for the group of people we had been seeing).  She spoke surprisingly good English, and it turned out that she was studying pre-medicine in Chandigarh and was home on break.  She was interested in staying and helping us with interpretation for the rest of the day and she was very helpful. She also took us on a tour to see the local Buddhist monastery and the rest of the town.

Another example of the difficulty we encountered treating people in this situation was a story told by one of the students that evening.  She said that a patient had come in complaining of foot pain and swelling.  However, in the middle of his interview his aunt came in and pulled up his shirt to show the physician the man’s back, which had a large open ulceration that looked infected.  The bone was just about visible, and they said he had received a skin graft from the local hospital, but that it hadn’t taken very well and he was still having problems.  After sending him home with antibiotics and some advice to keep pressure off his ulcer, and to return to the hospital for another graft, Katherine saw him walking up the pathway on our way to visit the village.  He was carrying a large basket of rocks on his back, and it was pressing directly against the ulcer.  It was incredibly distressing to her, and is another example of the difference in priorities one has living in such circumstances.  It was not an option for him to take time off to rest and heal his problem.  The priorities seem to be more day to day, such as dealing with the pain, and making money, rather than having the luxury to use foresight and expenses to retry the skin graft, and allowing the proper healing time. 

The eighth clinic day had many of the same encounters.  There was a very cute puppy however that everyone wanted to play with.  Our infectious disease attending was very clear that we should NOT touch the dog, because the rabies treatments were only in Delhi, and it would be a real bummer to get airlifted out on one of the last days. 

After the clinic days were over, we began our long journey back over the Rohtang pass to Manali, then driving to Bilaspur.  The final day in India we drove 5 hours from Bilaspur to take a flight from Chandigarh to Delhi.  We waited in the airport for another 5 hours because our flight was delayed.  Once I reached Delhi, I had to pick up my bags and re-check in to my flight from Delhi to Newark.  I waited a few more hours in the Delhi airport (thankfully it was very comfortable and provided all amenities needed) before getting on a 15 hour direct flight back to the US.  Gina picked me up at the airport at 4:30AM (although my internal clock was WAY off).  I went  with her back to NYC and hung out for a few hours before driving back to Massachusetts.  All in all, a very successful trip.   

If anyone has any specific questions, please post them and I will try to answer them as best I can!  Sorry the rest of this blog ended up being so late.  Thanks.

First few clinics with HHE

On our way back from the clinic the first day, we decided to walk.  Hem (our leader/organizer) told us to walk down the road and then take a right down by the fields, but not to walk through fields.  Needless to say we got a bit lost, and Shaellie our interpreter had to ask some locals for directions.  They took us down a little path through a village and some fields.  It was pretty silly to see 30 or so Westerners wandering around amongst these fields.  We crossed a rickety bridge while a bunch of locals watched us with interest.  On our way back up to the campsite we passed quite a large group of goats and sheep.

On the second clinic day, we were supposed to set up in the bottom floor of a school house.  However, they were unable to do so because of some kind of event going on, so instead the woman across the street offered to let us use her partially built house.  This day I was assigned to be in one of the adult rooms.  We saw a lot of people with non-specific abdominal pain.  After ruling things out like GERD or diarrheal diseases, we de-wormed a lot of people.  This was also the first day that I got to look at some good eardrums. It seems that a lot of people in this region get recurrent ear infections and then lose their hearing over time.  Many adult ear drums showed significant scarring and previous trauma.  Unfortunately, at that point there is nothing we could do unless there was evidence of current infection.  One of the most memorable patients from this day was an 85 year old man who had signs of Parkinsons Disease.  He had a visible pill-rolling tremor in both hands, as well as shuffling when he walked.  He also had a pretty stooped posture, limited facial expression, and shuffling when he walked.  One of his main complaints was his inability to swallow, and therefore continual drooling.  We had to explain to this man and his son that the process of aging and the disease was irreversible, and just to continue helping him try to cope.  Most of the saddest cases were ones like this, where people came to seek medical attention, but it was too late, and the resources too poor to help them much, or at all.  Another woman we saw this day came in for some debridement of a previous frostbite injury that had not regenerated healthy living tissue.  They were able to do some of it there, but it required more extensive work and we needed to refer her to a hospital.

By the third day, we were becoming very familiar with the clinic process.  I was placed in one of the pediatric tents, and we were given enough freedom to do the full interview and physical exam before consulting the doctor.  We were then asked to give a “SOAP” patient presentation (Subjective, Objective, Assessment, Plan).  The doctor would then consider what we had determined, ask a few more questions, do more physical exam, and then use it as a teaching moment if we weren’t correct.  This style quickly got us comfortable asking questions of our preceptors, but also taking the reigns and doing the majority of the patient interaction ourselves.  

            My favorite patient from this day was an older woman of about 65 who came in complaining of shortness of breath and joint pain.  She was my favorite mostly because she was really pleasant and nice.  She was so grateful for our attention to her problems.  She had about 8 piercings with rings in each ear, so heavy that they were weighing her ears down.  She also had some home-done tattoos on her hands and I showed her my ‘Om Mani Padme Hum’ tattoo which she liked.  The Tibetan prayer I have tattooed on my foot was very prevalent in this region, and I saw more than a few people with the same thing, or only the ‘Om’ tattooed on them.  She also had a cleft lip and palate.  She allowed me to look in her mouth, and I could see the hole into her nasal cavity.  She said she never had any problems with it.  I was wondering about how it might affect her marriagability, but she said she had kids, and grandkids, so her winning personality (or dowry…) must have made up for any stigma associated with the defect.  The other memorable patient we had that day was a boy of about 14.  He came in for abdominal pain, but I noticed that one of his eyes was smaller than the other.  On inspection, we realized he had no pupil in that eye, it was all iris.  He said he’d been born that way and never been able to see out of that eye.  Both of his eyes moved together so it seemed like the ocular control nerves were all intact.  I’m not sure how something like that could happen, but I assume it’s a congenital defect.  There was another boy we’d seen who had a multitude of warts on his hands and enlarged lymph nodes.  He was there for eye pain and difficulty seeing up close.  Our infectious disease doctor sent him to the hospital to follow up because it makes a pretty good case for HIV infection.

After the 2^nd clinic, we had a little time to sit down and reflect on the patients we had seen.  Although I was in one of the pediatrics tent, we heard a bit about what went on in the gynecological tent that day.  A woman had come in complaining of pelvic pain.  On exam, and given the history, it was determined she had an STD that was contracted from her husband after he had ‘been away’ and clearly cheating on her.  She told our female interpreter that he came back wanting her to do all kinds of things she was uncomfortable with, and she was too scared to disrespect him by asking him to wear a condom so she was forced to get this infection.  After we treated her and sent her home with medication for her husband, she called a bunch of her friends who all came with the same story.  It was pretty depressing that these women are in such a situation where their health is at risk, and they’re unable to stand up for themselves.  And I don’t really believe it’s a ‘cultural difference’ because none of the women were really OK with it.  It’s just a shauvanistic belief that it’s an acceptable thing to do, and that’s only half the population.  So I’m not willing to call that a ‘cultural nuance’.

Another woman had come to the clinic on the second day, and had what Abraham Verghese terms “the head and the heart disease”.  It basically a physiological manisfestation of depression, where a person’s head, heart, and many other things may actually feel pain due to their extreme situation and their ineffective coping mechanisms.  It reminded me of the woman who Dr. Kamat had seen at his office in Lonavla (during my previous program), except this woman did not have access to such a physician.  She said she had tried to attend our clinic the previous day, but had missed it.  So between then and the 2^nd clinic she walked for 8 hours between the clinics.  She was unable to catch a ride, so she walked to whole way.  She sat and talked with our interpreter for a while, about general life things.  Her husband, parents, and siblings had all passed away, and her children had abandoned her.  She had no where to sleep that night, so she was planning to sleep in the shed by the school.  It was pretty sad to hear about the interaction, and it brought our interpreter to tears to recount the story.

The next day we took for travelling to our second campsite.  We woke up bright and early to leave because although it was only supposed to be a 3 hour drive, they had taken 7 hours the previous year because they got stuck in a river.  The roads in these mountains are just barely cut out of the mountain side.  There is just barely room for one car to pass another, and definitely not while both cars are moving.  About halfway to our next campsite we went through the river they had talked about.  It was about a foot deep and just pouring down over the rocks and all down the road before continuing over the edge and down into the valley where it joined up with the larger river.  Once we got to our new campsite we saw that it was much more open and flat.  There was a heli-pad that is used in the winter to fly in supplies to the villages.  However, since it wasn’t in use, the drivers and the girls from the UK decided that we should play a game of cricket.  So they taught us the rules and we all had a practice hit before we began playing a game.  It’s pretty complicated, but it was fun.

New Delhi, Taj Mahal, and beginning of HHE

After meeting up with Brian at the hotel, we signed up online for something called the 'city walk' with these guys who work for a company that helps slum children.  The guides themselves are kids that used to live in the slums.  During the tour we learned that most street children spend any money they get on things like video games.  Because they sleep on the street, they can’t afford to have any money on them because it will just get stolen overnight.  One of our guides Iqbal told us that his parents used to beat him and put pepper in his eyes, and one day his father just left him at a market.  A couple found him there and told him they were his aunt and uncle.  They took him home and used him for slave labor, and they used to beat him too.  So one night when he was six he ran away and took a train to Delhi.  He actually doesn’t even remember where he’s from, because he was so young when he left.  He used to work as a pickpocket on the streets of Delhi, and then he was part of a gang for safety.  When a woman from the Salam Balaak Trust asked him if he wanted to go to school and live somewhere nicer.  Initially he didn't trust her, given his previous experience with strangers offering him things.  Now he works for this company and they provide money for schooling, and they have places for children to stay and everything.  It's pretty great.  It's called Salaam Baalak Trust, which means salute the children.  They’re also able to get documents for the children so that eventually they can open bank accounts and become a productive part of society.

Later in the day we went to the Red Fort later today and the Jama Masjid.

TAJ MAHAL- Mathura, Fatehpur Sikri

The next day, we had hired a car to pick us up early in front of the hotel.  The train tickets were sold out, and confusing to figure out.  So we decided to pay a bit of extra money to hire our own driver with an air conditioned car.  This way, we could also stop in Matheran, and in Fethepur Sikri during our Taj Mahal trip.  In Matheran, there was a beautiful temple where Krishna is said to have been born.  The security at this place was very tight.  We weren’t allowed to bring anything but money into the place.  Being a temple, we had to remove our shoes.  This sometimes posed a challenge because the ground is so hot.  In a lot of places they had rugs down for people to walk on so they wouldn’t burn their feet. 

Within the temple compound, there were a few buildings.  In one of them, there was a group of men singing and playing drums while some people danced, and some people sat.  The women were on one side, and the men were on the other.  One of the other buildings had more of an artistic feel, with a lot of painted pictures of various gods hung on the wall.  An Indian woman and her family took us around and told us which god was which, although she didn’t speak any English.

When we got to the Taj Mahal, we hired a guide to take us around and tell us the history.  The Taj was built under the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan.  He built it for his 3^rd wife Mumtaz, who died giving birth the their 14^th child.  She was his only love marriage, and his favorite wife.  So he built the Taj Mahal as her Mausoleum and buried her beneath it.  It took 12 years to complete, so she was actually buried somewhere else first and then dug up and put under the Taj.  There is also a Mosque in the grounds, so the Taj Mahal is closed on Friday except to those who go there for prayers.  There are three different entrances to the Taj Mahal, depending on what standing you had.  Most of the Taj Mahal is made of White Marble which was somehow shipped in from Rajasthan.  There is also some red sandstone which comes from Fatehpur Sikri.  One of the most impressive things about the Taj Mahal is the marble inlay work.  There are countless numbers of precious stones inlayed into the marble in various shapes of flowers and vines.  The stones used are Jade, Crystal, Turquoise, Jasper, Lapis Lazulie, Sapphire and Carenelian.  In a lot of places where they haven’t walled it off, you can see how deeply inlayed these are because people have popped them out to sell.  There is also a lot of lattice work that was pretty intricate, and incredible because large chunks of lattice are carved out of one piece of marble.  There is a myth that after the Taj Mahal was built, Shah Jahan had the workers’ hands and tongues cut off so they could never tell or build another one like it.  The guide book said there was no evidence supporting that.  After Mumtaz was buried in the Taj, Shah Jahan’s son ended up taking over the empire and imprisoning his father.  When Shah Jahan died, however, he buried him next to Mumtaz under the Taj Mahal.

After the Taj Mahal we went to Fatehpur Sikri.  This place had 3 palaces and a holy area that were built by another Mughal emperor named Akbar.  He had 3 wives, one Christian, one Muslim, and one Hindu.  He built each of them a palace, and then at the holy place he integrated all religions into the construction.  It was pretty cool to see all the different architecture mixed together.  Our guide told us that Akbar believed there was only really one religion, since most religions ultimately believe in one god.

After this very long day, we drove back to Delhi and brought our stuff to the hotel down the street where we met up with the Himalayan Health Exchange program to begin our journey into the Himalayas.

HHE

The first day with HHE we woke up at 4AM to go to the airport.  We flew from New Delhi to Chandigarh, and then found our cars and drivers waiting for us at the Chandigarh airport.  They packed our bags up on top of the cars and we got in and began our first 5 hour drive to Bilaspur.  We had a quick meeting on the first night in Bilaspur, and got all of our air conditionings working before eating dinner and going to bed.  We met the other ~25 medical students, and attendings, residents, and a few family members.  There was a group of people from various places in Canada, a couple of girls from the UK, a group traveling together from Ohio, a group from Texas, and a sprinkling of other people, with a good amount from the New England area.

The next morning we woke up and had a nice breakfast before heading out for another 5 hour drive to Manali.  They had us driving only short distances each day so that we could acclimatize to the altitude.  The 5 hour drives were not covering as much distance as one would expect in the U.S. because the roads are so much worse.  From Manali we traveled for a very long day over the Rohtang pass to Udaipur in Himachal Pradesh India.  Google maps estimates that this drive will take 2.5 hours.  However, with the stand-still traffic, and tiny road only big enough for one-way traffic at a time, the drive took us 14 hours in total.  In my car was the two girls from the UK, Clair and Shruti, as well as one of the girls from Ohio, Linda, and Nick from Oregon.  Our driver’s name was Prem, which we learned means ‘love’ in Hindi.  He became my favorite driver.  We were spending some time trying to learn Hindi that would be helpful for the clinic and we made up a Hindi version of “head, shoulders, knees and toes” (sar, kandha, ghunte, panw, onk and kaan, and muh and nonk).  We even got Prem singing along.  We got to know each other very well that day, and the girls went on many outings to find rocks large enough to pee behind.  We also hadn’t been prepared for these circumstances and didn’t really have enough food.  Shruti and I split a chick-pea salad/burger thing and also some sweet corn that they had grilled with lemon and salt.  It was all really tasty, although a bit scary (travelers diarrhea, worms…).  We arrived at our first campsite around 8:30pm, ate some dinner and went to bed.  The crew had already arrived there before us and set up all the sleeping tents, dining tents, bathroom tents, shower tents etc. 

In the morning they had Chai ready for us at 6am, and breakfast ready at 8am.  They continually had hot water for those who wanted to shower in the morning (and in the evening after clinic).  Breakfast was often pancakes, eggs, toast, and things like that.  After breakfast, they had a dish cleaning set up where we could wash our own dishes.  We then packed up our day bags with our gloves, stethoscopes, TB masks, hand sanitizer etc. and headed off to the first clinic.  Some of the crew drove the pharmacy boxes, and some drove us.

Before clinic, we arrived and there were a bunch of children playing a game that looks a bit like duck-duck-goose, only they are all in a line and it has something to do with which direction you’re looking.  They were also playing volleyball in the flat area next to the clinic.  There was also a pretty famous temple in Triloknath where they had a white marble idol of Lord Shiva.  However, because it is so far north in India, there is also a huge Tibetan influence.  At this temple there were prayer wheels, prayer flags, and a lot of other Tibetan Buddhist contributions in and around the temple. We entered the temple and rang the bell (a Hindu ritual), passed through the ‘sin columns’ and were given a white fabric tie around our wrists.

At the clinic, they had assigned each student to a tent.  After the patient saw the intake for weights and ‘chief concern’, they came to our triage tent where 2 students would take blood pressures and heart rate of each patient coming through.  They would also monitor the flow of patients and point them in the direction of whichever tent they ought to go.  Beyond triage, there were two adult medicine tents (with adult or family doctors), two pediatric tents (with pediatric or family doctors), and one Gynecological/OB tent with a family doctor or our OB/family doctor.  After a patient was seen and diagnosed, they were given the sheet with the notes and doctors signatures to take to the pharmacy.  They were given whatever medications they needed, and then they took the sheet with them.  Frequently patients are seen by many different doctors, so it is good for them to hold onto their own records so they can bring it with them to whichever practitioner. 

Around 1 o’clock, the clinic would break for the lunch our cooks made for us fresh at the site.  We then would start up again in the afternoon until everyone had been seen that day.

The first day, Shruti and I were assigned to triaje.  It was kind of interesting because we were able to see every patient who went through that day.  Even if not in detail, it was a good overview before beginning the patient interviews at the next clinics.  One of the most interesting patients was the first patient we saw that day.  He was a 9 year old boy with an ‘eye issue’.  His eyelid looked deformed on one side, and he was unable to close his eye all the way.  We learned after he had gone to the pediatrics tent that it was the result of a post-natal chlamydia infection.  In the developed world we typically screen expectant mothers for chlamydia and gonnorhea, and may or may not also prophylactically treat a baby’s eyes with antibiotic to prevent this (depending on the country/hospital etc.)  This boy fortunately did not have any loss of sight, but was at increased risk for trauma and damage due to drying.  He didn’t have any sign of current infection though, so they just tried to explain to him the importance of keeping his eyes moist and clean.

Another memorable patient was a little girl who was 8 years old.  She came in because her mother said she wasn’t growing (she looked like she was about 4 years old), and because there was something visibly wrong with her chest.  Although I didn’t get to hear it, they found an incredibly loud murmur indicative of a Ventricular Septal Defect (the heart has four chambers that are meant to be separate, and with this defect the two largest and strongest chambers are connected, which really messes up the oxygenation and pumping of the body’s blood).  They referred her for surgery, so hopefully she will be able to get that soon.  Without it she will die.

A few other general things we noticed was that almost every patient had low blood pressure.  I think the average was probably somewhere around 110/70.  The highest ones we saw were 140-160/90-110.  It must be the diet and lifestyle that makes this true across the board.  There were also a lot of eye problems.  It seemed like a lot of people had allergies, and general sensitivity to the sun.  Most of our patients were farmers, so that makes sense.  We didn’t bring nearly enough eye drops or sunglasses though unfortunately.  There was also one woman who described to us that she had ‘angina pectoris’, which is the typical squeezing chest pain and shortness of breath that one gets with cornonary artery disease.  However, she didn’t speak English.  So instead she huffed and puffed and then demonstrated a squeezing motion over her chest.  It was quite easy to figure it out.  Seems to be a universal sign. 

That evening, Shruti and I had been assigned to do a discussion of Ayurvedic Medicine in India and Traditional Tibetan medicine.  We had talked a bit about them so we decided to combine our topics, since Tibetan medicine has a huge Ayurvedic component, and because I had just spent the previous 2 weeks learning a lot about Ayurvedic medicine.   One of the most interesting things I think was the prevalence of Ayurvedic medicine in Himachal.  In every town we went to, there was a local Ayurvedic health office.  However, the only two hospitals (and therefore allopathic medicine) were in Kullu or in Udaipur.  The other thing about Ayurvedic and Tibetan medicine is that they both take a very holistic view of the patient.  They spend a lot of time listening to the history and daily habits of a patient to determine exactly what the problem is and what the best solution for that patient is.  I think the process of these types of medicine could definitely be something we strive towards in allopathic medicine, but the treatments are pretty different.  In a lot of cases, the patients trust Ayurveda more than they trusted the allopathic medicine, because it is what they grew up with.  We tried to use whatever we knew about it to build repore and even to help treat the patients.  For example, a lot of the first-line treatments in Ayurveda and Tibetan medicine are lifestyle and dietary changes.  These are things that our patients could get on board with, with an obvious difficulty in some lifestyle changes due to the physically very difficult nature of their work. 

Monday-Tuesday

On Monday I went with the Rural and Public Health program to their mobile clinic placement.  We took a rick-shaw to the clinic location in Lonavla, and then from there took the van with the doctor and the driver.  We drove out about 3 hours to a 'tribal village'.  He mostly gave patients tylenol/ibuprofen-type pain killers for their various aches and pains from daily work.  His most consistent patients are a group of old women.  I got a great picture of them that I'll post when I get back.
I asked about the women there having babies, and he said there are 3 midwives in town (who were taught by their grandmothers, or someone else who'd done it before them).  Sometimes they get prenatal vitamins, but they don't get the Rh shot.  As a result (and no doubtedly from other causes too) there are a lot of miscarriages.  He said the most common cause of death is malnutrition.  They are all rice farmers, and eat little more than rice and vegetables. Apparently, the Indian government built all their homes.  Interesting.  On our way out of the village, we saw a father and son walking.  The boy had a cloth tied around his leg.  We stopped and handed out some antibiotics and antiseptic ointment for his leg. 

On Tuesday morning (today!) I woke up early and took a taxi to the Mumbai airport. There was some confusion about whether it was the 'domestic airport' or the 'international airport' since my flight was domestic, but the reservation said the international airport.  Turns out, there are 2 places to enter the airport (20 min drive apart), but they use the same airspace.  So I made it to my flight with plenty of time.  Got to Delhi no problem, and got picked up for free by the hotel where I'm staying tonight and tomorrow night.  The place is pretty fancy (for 30$ a night!).  I have AC, a TV, free internet cafe (with computers, which is why i'm able to blog so much today), king size bed, minifridge, room service, the works.  It's pretty luxurious.  I'm meeting up with Brian (a canadian med student who will be on my next trip) in a little bit, and planning our Taj Mahal trip for tomorrow I think.  Should be pretty cool!

random interesting things

indian head bobble:   so I had seen this made fun of in movies, but the Indian way of nodding yes, is really not a nod at all, but a bobble.  Its kind of side to side, in a way that could be mistaken for a no.  It's really very confusing at first, but then you kind of figure it out. Although I haven't quite mastered the technique... I'm a lot more aware of my head movements though.

shoes off:    Definitely in temples, but I've noticed that in a bunch of places, it is customary for people to remove their shoes before entering.  At Keivalyadama, all the yoga rooms, the library, sometimes the main office (i'm not sure the determinant for this being a yes or no..), Dr. Kamat's clinic, etc.

painted trucks:     the trucks here are really beautiful.  Many of them say "Goods Carrier" on them, which is interesting, because aren't they all goods carriers?  They also are painted a huge variety of bright colors, often with pictures of people praying, the Ohm symbol, lotus flowers, and various other designs.  Many also have metal 'tassles' in the front. and on the back they say "Horn OK Please".  I'm still not sure what that means.  People use horns here a lot, going around corners, telling someone to move over, etc.  Seems like there are horns all the time and i would never know where it was coming from or what it means...

Gul Mohal:     is apparently a famous tree of India.  I noticed it a lot at first because it had bright orange flowers and sticks out against all the green.

Dots:     Women, men and children wear all kinds of dots here.  Mostly, it is a religious/spiritual meaning (on the forhead between or close to the eyes).  However, some women put a dot up high near their hairline.  This signifies that they're married (many married women also wear black and gold beaded necklaces, and a simple gold band ring). On children, sometimes they draw other dots (think- large beauty mark).  Gurpreet told me that it is a superstition that if something is too beautiful or cute, it attracts bad things.  So the dots are supposed to draw attention away from the cute features of kids.

Veg/Non-Veg:   so in the US, the distinguishing factor is if you're a vegetarian.  However, here, most people are vegetarian so the question is usually 'are you non-veg".  Most times, being veg even includes not eating eggs (but milk is ok, so not totally vegan).

Midriff:   So it's not ok for women to show shoulders, or cleavage, or knees, but many Sari's expose a bit of midriff, which seems to be ok.  Interesting.

Head Coverings:    there is a wide variety of head coverings that are used in India.  Most women wear some kind of shawl/scarf depending on their outfit.  However, there are other women who wear the scarf over their hair, but their entire face is visible. Other women tie the same scarf around over their nose to hide their entire face except their eyes (this also has a functional purpose- when it smells like pee, when riding a motorcycle etc.)  some women also wear the traditional full coverage burqa.

Spitting:   is reallllllly common here.  I wondered why at first, and then realized that all the shops sell little packets of tobacco.  (many men also smoke).  I saw a sign the other day that said "Stop TB: Don't Spit". 

Orange Hair:     Lots of older people have bright orange hair.  Turns out, they use henna to dye their hair (like Jen used to).  If you look closely at people who are just beginning to gray, you can often see a hint of orange or a darker red.  Some old people have completely bright orange hair, which is really weird at first, but now very common place.

Roads:    are surprisingly good.  Even out into the rural areas (to a certain extent) the roads are paved and barely have pot-holes.

Helmets:    In Mumbai/Malavli, it was pretty rare to see anyone on a motorcycle wearing a helmet.  However, in Delhi, 95% of the people I saw today were wearing helmets.  Not sure why the difference.

weekend 2

So the second weekend the group of Australians were there. They did the hike to Logahad fort on Saturday, and Audrey and I hiked with Nikki the much shorter trip to the Bhaja caves. They were very similar to the ones we saw in Karla, but it was nice because it was a bit quieter (not as much of a hotspot as the Karla caves since they have the temple there). However, there were some rowdy teenage boys that Nikki kept refering to as the 'dirty boys' and 'idiot boys'. I guess there isn't too much of a culture difference in that at the age of 11... So we poked around a little and took some pictures. The caves are old Buddhist caves that were strategically placed along trade routes. They carved intricate portraits of people and animals right into the stone. So while we were there, 3 goats came running up to the caves as well. A momma goat, and her 2 teenage boys. They were curious about us and followed us around a bit, scaring nikki. After we went to the end and came back, the boys were taunting the goats and throwing rocks at them, which none of us approved of. The goats were semi-charging the boys. Then they started ignoring the boys, and just 'play battled' with each other. It reminded me very much of 2 dogs roughhousing, although it looked like it must have hurt their heads. After getting back to the place, we played a new 'trick game' with a few of the australians. It's kind of cool because you can play with more than 4 people, but you dont deal out all the cards so it adds a bit of luck and removes some skill, but fun nonetheless. Karuna asked us if we'd like to have chicken for dinner (the first chicken in 2 weeks! except for the chicken curry i had, but the chicken was really chewy so I didn't eat it). A few of us went with him to get the chickens from town. There is a chicken guy who has a bunch of chickens in cages. You tell him you want some chicken, and he grabs one by the wing, and folds the two wings over their back so they cant move and then puts them on a weighing machine. Once you've weighed out enough chickens, the other guy grabs the chicken by the wings, pulls up the head to meet the wings, and cuts their throat. Then he puts them in a box thing while they bleed out and the rest of their body twitches for a while. Yuck. but Yum... On Sunday, we decided to go to this place called Matheran. We thought it was pretty close, but the drive there took almost 3 hours (partially because it was pouring rain). The monsoon season has started in the Mumbai area, and it rains everyday. That particular day, it ONLY rained. There were a few lighter patches, but mostly rain. We were kind of expecting it to stop like it did the other days, but no such luck. So in Matheran, automobiles are not allowed. People get around by walking, horses, or by man-powered (walking, pushing) rick-shaws. It seems to be a weekend trip for a lot of Indian families too. It was pouring rain so hard that only 5 minutes after we got out of the car, our shoes and jeans were completely soaked through. Good thing I had brought some plastic zip-lock bags for the camera, phone, and money.. So we bargained our way into a horse-back ride and went to a few lookout points (which were quite beautiful, even in the fog and rain). When it rains like this, you can see all kinds of little water falls sprouting up on the hillsides, so it was really nice. Then a cold and soggy ride back to Malavli.

Week 2

During the second week of my traditional medicine program, I spent Monday through Thursday at the keivalyadhama yoga place. On Monday I went to the 'basic' yoga class in the morning (easy, slow stretching). In the late morning I met with Dr Bhalekar to learn about the general aims of a yogic lifestyle (in short: 'cortical exercise' to develop the brains cortex, where intellect is found, and to use that to modulate adverse effects of limbic (emtional) signals to the body- think chronic stress etc). That was pretty cool because he was talking about abunch of papers that show differing levels of stress hormone, neurotransmitters etc. I was also able to experience an 'oil application and local steam' a naturopathic treatment for backpain. I believe she said it's supposed to release stiffness and toxins. Felt pretty good, but not going to cure me I don't think. That evening I went to the yoga 'therapy' class which I found tone very much like the basic class. After that was my first class in Pranayam, where we learned a few of the breathing techniques and tried them out. Tuesday was very similar. I went to the advanced yoga classes, which were much more to my liking. We did some sun salutations, and more difficult poses. There was still rest time between each set of poses, and a lot of stretching poses to keep it traditional (would have been very tiring otherwise, like the yoga in the US). dr bhalekar talked about Pranayam and it's physiological and psychological effects. My treatment on Tuesday was a 'water massage', which was just abathtub with jets. But that was nice too. Wednesday we talked about specific yoga asanas and the different things that effect each pose. My treatment that day was a mud bath. The lady took me to the mud bath 'room' which is a roofless room outside. The mud comes from a special place where they have to dig 3ft deep. Then they allow the mud to dry and turn it into a powder. When a patient comes, they add a bit of water to make it into a thin paste and then smear that on the skin. It's a nice exfoliation, and gave me a way to stand in the sun without burning, but i'm not sure it did much for my back pain. Thursday was the last day and the doc wasnt around. Thursday I got a local (back) massage. Wednesday and Thursday we had Tratuk instead of (but actually includes) pranayam. The whole week was pretty cool to 'live the yogic lifestyle' and learn about the science behind it (science that came after the practice). The diet at the place and yogic lifestyle seem to at least make people lose weight (even I lost weight, their food is somewhat lacking of protein, and flavor..) so I'm happy to be back eating at the guest house since then. Friday we went to a place called Herbal Hills, which is an organic farm. On the way there, Aruns car was overheating, so he pulled over and called Farooq to drive me the rest of the way on his motorcycle. The owner gave me a tour of the place. They have one area for herbs (including mint, ginger, stevia- which I ate a leaf of, and it really tastes sweet. There was also a plant that is used for colds and throat problems than made my mouth all tingly which was kind of cool). Then he showed me the Gir cows, which are used for their milk to make Ghee, which is like butter kind of but supposed to be less cholesterol. The cows have a weird hump over their shoulders which he said is supposed to help make vitamins? Not too sure, his English wasn't very good. They then use the manure to make fertilizer, and harness the methane gas as biofuel to run the place. They have flower, vegetable, and fruit plants as well. That was a short day. Audrey and I went to Lonavla to make more passport/visa copies (seems everyone we interact with needs one), got some money from the ATM, and a flash drive for pictures. When we got back, 15 of the Australians doing the Film and Media program in Mumbai came to stay here for the weekend.

Weekend

On Saturday, karuna took us for a hike to see Lohagad fort. We stopped in town to get his daughter Nikki to come with us(she turned 11 on june5). when we got to the fort, we began to climb the stairs when we noticed a pair of monkeys (macaques I think) sitting on the wall looking at us. Just before we got to them karuna thought to give them one of our bananas. As soon as he took his bag off his back one of the monkeys came right over. Karuna thought it best not to reward this aggressive behavior, so he put his bag away and we walked by. It his of growled at us though and that was a bit scary given how close he was to us (and monkey bite= monkey herpes B= not good). There were LOTS of monkeys hanging out as we walked up. I think I counted about 15 in total. Then we took a water, picture, and snackbreak at the top of the fort. We could see some beautiful body of water that Nikki said they go boating on sometimes. There were a few Hindu temples at the top as well (there are temples everywhere.. We passed at least 10 if not more during our 2 hour hike up). Then karuna pointed to a little tongue of land, and waited by the fort while we took Nikki out there. Very good views. Then we went home, 5.5 hour hike in all, we were pretty tired. After some lunch and a quick nap we took a rickshaw to the other side of Malavli, into Lonavla where they have a very famous temple and some old Buddhist caves. We took some good pictures of the caves, which had some incredible carvings into the wall, and even original wooden reinforcements. The walk up to the temple was pretty cool too because there was an Indian marching banns just ahead of us. There was another bands already at the temple. Apparently 'whatever you ask for is fulfilled' at this temple, so many people make pilgrimages from far away. It gets so much traffic they've built amusement park-type designated line areas. There were lots of people selling flowers and other goods (flowers for offering to the gods). Sunday, Audrey and I took the train to Pune so we could do some more shopping (she hadn't been able to do much yet). We successfully navigated our way to the market and back, and even had lunch (for <$5 for the two of us).

June8

Friday was Sampson's birthday!! Happy 1 year old. I'm sure Chelsea and Tim threw him a grand birthday party. On Friday I went with the other two girls (audrey and sing-he) to Dr Kamats clinic/hospital. We were able to observe a DnC(dilation and curretage) on a woman who'd had a spontaneous miscarriage at 2 months. The OR was somewhat questionable to say the least, but it's what they have. Dr Kamat did a fellowship in anesthesiology(the residency/fellowship process is a bit different here), so he administered the anesthesia, while another doctor did the procedure. After that, we just sat in his office while he and his wife (also a doc) saw about 20 patients in 2 hours. His office has two exam beds, one with a curtain for females. There were often more than 3 patients, with various family members, in his office at a time. Not too much confidentiality. We saw a few patients with typhoid, a kid who needed a vaccine, someone who needed stitches removed, and some other stuff. It's pretty cool that I know some stuff now (after a year of med school) because I know most of the drugs (or they're similar to ones we use), and I know the names of diseases so I was able to explain some things to the other girls. At the end of our day there a cardiologist came to do an echocardiogram on a man who had some lower leg edema and a murmur. I JUST took the cardio pathophysiology course so I knew this meant right heart failure and asked some relevant questions. I think I could even see the tricuspid valve regurgitation on the echo. Very cool. I was releived to notice that I was overly excited about all these things. Looks like I should probably keep doing the med school thing. Another interesting thing I noticed, and have a picture of, is a sign saying they do not disclose the sex of any fetus when doing ultrasound. I had read a little about it in the guidebook, but apparently they were having a problem with a lot of female fetus elective abortions. Nobody wants to pay a dowry I guess.

June7

On Thursday I was scheduled to go to the Ayurvedic clinic 'Ved' in Pune. Arun (the guy who picked me up at the airport) was the coordinator designated to go with me. We took the train (exciting, as always) and arrived at about lunch time. We went to a restaurant for lunch and I ordered the Malai Kofta (which was delicious, but nothing like what you would get at an Indian restaurant in the US). After that we went up to the clinic to wait for the doctors. The clinic had a more ritzy feel than any of the places we had been before then. The doctor gave us a brief run down of what Ayurvedic medicine encompasses. There are three Doshas (kind of like energies, or biological life principles). Together they describe the functions of the body (the first being Wind- so anything that has circulating movement in the body like blood, neurons etc.) Each person is said to have their own 'norm' of these three things in balance. It is when they become imbalances that disease arises. The doctors we spoke to seemed to have an allopathic understanding of disease and disease processes. It is merely the treatments that differ. Howver, what I especially liked was that they readily admit to the limits of Ayurvedic methods and defer to allopathic medicine when the situation calls for it. She called this a 'holistic approach' which personalized medicine for each patient and each condition. Not only do they treat chronic diseases quite effectively, but the clinic we visited also specializes in infertility treatments. All of the labs they do for determining diagnosis are essentially identical to those used in allopathic hospitals. They send samples out to be analyzed. The doctor described to me one procedure where they use some of the herbs to make a vaginal wash that can be specialized for different types of infertility that cause the vagina to be a 'hostile environment' for sperm (ex// antisperm antibodies, thick cervical mucous etc.) the wash is done in the clinic and then the patient has 1.5 hours to try to make a baby. There are a few problems with implementing Ayurvedic methods in the US. First; the Panchakarma treatments are used to 'detoxify' the body. These usually consist of some massage and steam treatments to force to toxins out of tissues, and then some kind of purging (induction of vomiting, or an enema). I don't think patients in the US would be especially interested in trying these types of treatments. Also, some of the drugs are things that around allowed in the US(heavy metals), or things that would be hard to produce in such high quantities as we would need. There are however some Ayurvedic drug companies that test, publish results, and market their products. We were able to see a leach treatment performed on a patient for prevention of cataracts. They basically just put a sterile leach (each patient gets their own leaches) on the patients face near the eye. It's supposed to suck to toxins out. After that, they did a treatment on me where you drip warm oil onto the patents (my) forhead. At first it kind of tickles, and then it feels kind of nice as you can feel it creaping down your scalp. The table they use has a drain the patients head is on so the oil drips off there. After that treatment the provided me with a bucket of warm water and shampoo, although even then my hair was oily for a couple days (which wasn't so bad because it made my hair look darker, so I stood out a bit less). Arun had also told them that I was interested in getting Mehendi, so she had bought a cone of henna and said she would do it for me. She said when she was younger that's what they would do for girls night, a Mehendi party. She was often the one doing the designs so she turned out to be pretty good. This was probably my favorite part of the day. While she was decorating my arm she said that it used to be the henna didn't have chemicals in it and women would have to wrap their hands in an oily cloth and leave it overnight. She also said that for weddings they used to do the brides whole body (they just do hands arms and feet now). They would hide the husbands name somewhere on the bride and he would have to find it that night. I thought that was pretty funny. Then they were telling me about other random things Indians do- like you can't buy oil on a Saturday, most people por drinks into their mouths without letting the bottle touch their lips (even if they know it's clean). They are also adopting some of the Japanese business traditions, like handing and receiving business cards with two hands. I also tried some Jack Fruit that day, and a fried potato Samosa-like thing. Then home on the crazy train.

June6

June 6 On Wednesday, Gurpreet and I went to the NIN in Pune. The train ride is 1.5 hours, and everything you would expect from a train ride in India. It gets very very crowded (and I'm told it's nothing compared to the trains in Mumbai). There is a ladies compartment for safety sake, and we take that compartment. It's incredible the colors of the clothing, the jewelry, the Mehendi (we just call it henna, but henna is the dye, and Mehendi is the art on hands and feet etc.), the various colors, shapes, sizes, and locations of dots, etc. I wish I could take pictures in the train car, but it would be rude. When we arrive in Pune we have to push our way through the crowds and navigate the streets (which really is incredibly difficult, and moderately dangerous if you don't know how to do it the Indian way, and still pretty dangerous if you do). We are within walking distance of the institute, so it doesn't take too long to reach there. The National Institute of Naturopathy is a clinic and treatment center. There are naturopathic doctors there who treat many diseases with naturopathic treatments. I will post some pictures of the treatment devices eventually, but their website might give you a good idea if youre interested (google NIN Pune India). They have yoga 8 hours a day, acupressure, mud packs, magneto therapy, mustard packs, water massage, general massage etc. There is also a walkway of smooth stones called the 'reflexology walk' in the front of the building where one is supposed to walk for 15-20 minutes for general healing and energy flow. After our tour, we had a lunch made at their canteen, which is supposed to be very healthy food (like the food at kaivalyedem). After eating, I spoke with a patient who has been coming for treatment for 1.5 months for osteoarthritis in his knees. He was an athlete as a child, and a soldier as an adult, so has done quite a number on his knees. He said he used to get cortisone injections, and had one arthroscopic surgery, but has up till now refused to have the knee replacement surgery (even though it has been suggested to him). He says after a week, he's hadn't noticed much improvement, but now he feels he can walk for longer and has less pain. They are even going to get him started on learning some other exercises, since they have a small gym facility at the institute. His favorite treatment is the mustard pack (supposed to be anti inflammatory). He says he can feel the pain seeping out of his knees when he uses this treatment. After buying a magazine on women's health and naturopathy, we leave to do a little shopping before taking the train back to malvali. The trains here are perpetually late... I enjoyed touring the institute, and speaking with a couple of the doctors there. It seems they are well educated, but the philosophy of naturopathy (in the Indian sense) seems a bit off to me. I think it has good results with things like chronicle pain, hypertension, diabetes etc. because much of what is does it prescribe a healthy lifestyle, and some placebo effect. However, to me it seems irresponsible to treat patients as if this is the ONLY method. For example, on one of the marketing videos I saw a patient getting a mud pack on his stomach to draw toxins out. However, it looked to me like the patient had ascites, a condition of increased fluid in the abdominal cavity resulting from heart failure. Obviously, naturopathic mud treatments on his belly will not do as much as is needed for his condition. The naturopathic doctor said that they often suggest their patients to decrease the dosages of their medicines. Anyways, I think that many of these treatments have real benefit, but that multiple methods may need to be used concurrently to achieve the nest results for patients. On the flip side of my frustration with the naturopathic view, is that naturopathy is only effective as this recognized institution. By that I mean that patients seem more likely to follow the maturopaths 'prescription' of a healthier lifestyle than they might be in the US because it is a more recognized 'treatment', whereas in the US it seems people know they should do it, but don't see it as treatment, the way they see pills and procedures (doctors and patients alike). Ok done ranting for now.

June5

Tuesday June 5 On Tuesday I went with Mariam the director to kaivalyedem yoga and health clinic. Sandeep, maoshi's son, has a rickshaw so he drove us there. The ride is about 20 or 25 minutes from our place in malvali, and costs 300 rupees (6$) round trip. Once we got there it was time for the morning yoga session. The yoga is much more meditative and slow in quality than the yoga i have done in the US. Very relaxing. Our instructor seems to like doing backward bending poses though which causes a bit of a problem for me, but I manage by doing it less intensely than she does (she is ultra flexible). There were only three others in the morning class, two Indians and one Finnish guy. We did the. 'advanced' class. There are also a beginner class, and 'yoga therapy' classes where the 'asanas' ( exercise pose) are specifically tailored for certain diseases such as digestive diseases, obesity, etc. We got a small tour of the institute which includes a Naturopathic treatment center where they do things like water baths, massage, mud packs, etc. (more on the treatments later). They also have an Ayurvedic treatment center where they do Panchakarma treatments. In addition to the treatment centers the have a yoga college, where students learn the anatomy and physiology of yoga and the different poses. There is also a research center that continues to look into the modern information about yoga and traditional treatments, as well as the information found in Sanskrit scriptures. The way the health center works, is that patients come for a minimum of one week to stay for treatment. They have rooms available there, Internet etc. they meet with the consulting physician (allopathic, and ayurvedic) who diagnoses them and tells them a treatment plan. Each day has an herbal tea, shuddi kriyas (not sure of the spelling for that, but it is a 'cleansing' ritual the 'neti pot' has evolved from), morning yoga, followed by breakfast (cooked by the nutrition experts to be less oil, less salt, more nutrition). Then there is time for treatments, napping, relaxation. When I was there they had a Swami come and give a lecture on Anger Management. It was originally going to just be in Hindi, but because I was there they changed it to English so that was great. He was very interesting and dynamic and gave a good talk (I took some notes so I can post those if anyone is interested, but I currently left them upstairs, oops). Then there is lunch, and more time for treatment and relaxation. In the evening there are meditation and Pranayama classes (breathing exercises), followed by another yoga session and dinner. So when I went, my itinerary had said I would be able to 'observe and participate in' the naturopathic and Ayurvedic treatments. However, when I was there, it seemed like this would not be an option, as many of the patients would feel it was intrusive (I would tend to agree...) and for me to receive some treatments,ni would've have to pay in addition to the program fee I've already paid. So it took some time for us to work out a new plan. So hopefully when I am there next week during those 'treatment' times, I will be observing the doctors (allopathic and yurvedic) with their midweek check-ins with the patients. They're also tryingn to arrange for me to receive a few treatments free of charge. So that will be good I think. It was a bit frustrating for me at first since it seemed like there wasn't much organization and planning prior to my arrival. I ended up sitting in on a developmental meeting, and helping them design further programs. The research coordinator was very interested in having the experience be a good one, and making it easier for further students to come as well. He sees it as mutually beneficial (students bring energy, skill, and unbiased judgments hopefully), and has asked that I write some kind of review at the end of my experience. We returned that evening, and had some dinner Maoshi cooked. The other girls were held up a little by a late train, but when they arrived Gurpreet pulled out a cake they had picked up that had my name (Makinzee) written on it. A pretty good birthday in India.

India!

Hello all. This is my first post from India. Made the 15hour flight safely on Saturday, and got into Bombay/Mumbai on sunday June 3 the following night. The time difference is 9.5 hrs ahead here. It wAs pretty hot and muggy when I got in, but not too bad. Getting through customs and all was no problem, although the flight attendant made a joke about India beurocracy and paperwork, which I've had some experience with since then. At the airport I was met by a man named Arun, who was holding a sign that said Makinnzi Barttle. Naturally, I assumed that was me. He seemed a bit confused however, which I later found out was because he was expecting a boy- glitch in the paperwork. So we got into his car (AC!) which confused me right off as I had forgotten to realize they drive on the other side of the street. We left the airport, which was almost as expensive to park at as in Boston. A very treacherous rickshaw, motorbike, truck, pedestrian, and animal filled ride later we arrived at the 'guest house' which was really just a big apartment style building in Malad, an area of Mumbai described as 'upmarket'. he showed me my private room and bathroom, with a working fan and some off and on Internet and he went off to pick up some more arrivals for a different program. He told me that I am the only participant in the traditional medicine program, but that there are two other girls ( staying at a different guest house since they knew they're girls) who will be staying at the same program site as I am in Malawli. So I read alittle bit and napped periodically through the night, given my jet lag and exhaustion. June 4. Monday I woke up around 7 for breakfast made by a woman named Jyoti. She made a pancake from potato and onion with a cold green chutney of sorts on the side. The others who Arun had picked up woke up, and turned out to be some Australian college boys and a faculty chaperone who are participating in a bollywood film and media course. A woman named gurpreet then came and picked me up, took me to get the others and then head to malavli. The driving here is absolutely nuts. There seem to be no laws. A lot of honking, no lanes etc. The worst I've seen on all the places I've been. But no accidents so that was good. Once we arrived at the complex we were pleasantly surprised by the colorful, quiet, breezy climate. Our little area even has a playground. Again I get my own room and bathroom and a nice little porch area too. So we met the program coordinator Mariam and she gave us a quick orientation and we filled out a bunch of paperwork and gave them copies of our passports and visas. Gurpreet and another program coordinator Karuna took us to the train, a 15 minute walk from our place. We took the train 1 stop to Lonavala where the other two girls are shadowing a man named Dr Kamat. We toured the town a bit, saw his clinic, and bought sim cards. For some ridiculous reason the sim card process requires a copy of our passport, visa, a passport picture, my address, and 3 separate signatures. So I had to go get some passport pictures taken down the street, where they set up bigblack umbrella lights and only charged me $1 for 12 pics, shound get more passport photos in India for future use.. We had some more delicios Indian food for dinner made by Maoshi (aunt) and went to bed. The showers are hot. Fancy. Will post more tomorrow about the yoga place and the naturopathic institute. The yoga place is called Kaivalyadhama. I think the website is something like kdham.com. I'm posting from itouch so it's hard to type a lot, but let me know if you have questions. I don't think I'll be able to post pictures until later, or perhaps after the trip.