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I am indeed on the Africa Mercy! Well, not right now ... I'm home for a quick vacation, but I'm headed back soon. Have you been? Or are you coming? =)
I lived in Swaziland for 6 months and grew up in Kenya for 4 of my childhood years. Anyway, we were accepted to join Mercy Ships and really wanted to go on Africa Mercy, but due to certain circumstances never went. We are planning on returning to Swaziland in a few years.
How is life aboard the Africa Mercy?
First, hats off to you. Your comment "The instructions are actually fairly simple" is pretty funny in light of your difficulties. It sounds like a great educational challenge. You need to frame the instructions so they fall within the paradigm of her life. If she doesn't have a sense of time, then time is off the table. Maybe you can find landmarks in her day like breakfast, when the sun hits midday, when the lions sleep, or whatever. Teaching her to understand your paradigm seems overly optimistic. Best of luck!
AliRae
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I just have to share a story from my shift the other day. As background, I live and work on a charity hospital ship off the coast of West Africa. Two evenings ago, I was precepting a new nurse, and we were faced with quite the education puzzle...
One of our patients was a little old lady who just had surgery to repair an obstetric fistula. The card above her bed proclaimed her age to be thirty-five, but the lines on her face told a different story. I had to teach her how to train her bladder, to learn to control the urine that's been flowing freely for so many years. The instructions are actually fairly simple. For the first thirty days, go to the bathroom every hour. Increase that time by half an hour over the next two months, fifteen days at a time, until you can hold your urine for three hours. We had a chart printed out, with different coloured blocks and everything. But this particular old lady has no concept of time. When we say measure your time in hours, we might as well be telling her to perform backflips and cartwheels. She was born in a small house in a village way up country, and that birth was never registered so she never went to school. She's spent her life ruled by the rhythm of the sunrise and sunset, pounding cassava and washing clothes in the river. How on earth were we supposed to teach her? Through two translators, from English to French to Yoruba and back again, we had the following conversation.
The rest of the shift involved teaching another completely illiterate woman how to manage G-Tube feedings for her baby when they're eventually discharged home to their village. I love my life over here.