lørdag den 14. februar 2015
Kurset / The course
There are still things to tell about Cuba. Like on the other tours, we were well introduced to the local health care system. This time, it was quite impressive! Although much of the stuff was old and worn, the people working there were well educated and could treat most diseases. This was the acute-room in a health center. It looks really old and beaten, but I wouldn't mind having a cardiac attack right in that place. They had everything they needed!
Dette er indgangspartiet på et mor-barn hospital, der mest beskæftiger sig med fødsler.
They really did everything to make 99.5% of women giving birth on a hospital. Which is why their infant mortality is so extremely low. (Especially after starting the CPAP treatment, the premature infants also survive well, compared to before when there were more infections!)
This is the entrance on a maternity-hospital, mostly dealing with child-birth.
We also visited a large children's hospital, where I heard the strangest introduction for a pediatric department (ahem. Hospital) ever. The spoke very long and very mysteriously about the mortality (of all things!), about how few patients died and so on and so forth. Very weird. Of course they had patients dying! You can't treat everything. In a big hospital with an oncology-ward, there had to be a bit more than other places. But maybe they sent them home first?
They had nice decorations. I really loved the clouds in the ceiling, and the (few) patients we met, seemed happy and at home. That's the way it should be in a pediatric department!
Billeder var så passende bæ-brune. Der var en, der gik op i tingene!
Most of the course was classes, though. That's why I got to knit so much! The most engaging (and really good) talk was about diarrhea.
The slides had just the right shade of brown when talking of diarrhea. Someone loved his subject!
Men det var så også det sidste om Cuba. I kan glæde jer til at høre om 8 timer i Toronto.
We also saw parasites in the laboratory. In that place I was GREAT at keeping my hands in my pockets. I really didn't want anything on my fingers in that place!
But that's the end of my story about Cuba. You can look forward to hearing of my 8 hours in Toronto.