What do you bet the Gringo eats French fries?

So what is there to report since my last post? I have been sick for basically 2 weeks straight. It began with the loss of hearing in my right ear after swimming in Cumbaya. I thought it was nothing at the time and didn’t report the loss of hearing to the Medical Unit. After four days I decided it was time to do something. I spoke with the Peace Corps Medical Officer and was instructed to go to the local hospital and have my ear checked out. Little did I know that this was about to be yet another adventure into uncharted territory.  The instructions from the PC were vague at best. I decided to call the Ministry of Education English Coordinator to get her opinion on which hospital to go to and how to go about getting treatment. She told me to show up at her office and we would go together.  I was very grateful that she would drop everything she was doing and offer to take me to the hospital.

We entered into the ER which comprised of a bed with a sheet, a scale, and a plethora of hurting people. I felt out of place for more than one reason. For starters, I am white. Also, I was in nowhere near as much pain as many of the other patients. As the nurse began asking me questions I realized something else. Everyone at the hospital was indigenous. I asked the MOE Coordinator why that was. She responded that this hospital was for non-government workers and people that couldn’t afford the other “social security” hospital. So basically, I was in a welfare hospital with-in a Socialists country. Fantastic.

I was questioned by the nurse about the usual health things: age, weight, height, history of medical problems, French fry intake. That’s right, he asked me if I ate a lot of French fries. He asked this as if it were on the medical chart right below date of birth. I responded with a quick “no” but I have a feeling he might have checked yes anyway. I later asked the MOE Coordinator why I was asked this information. She responded that he was probably just curious to find out if this particular Gringo stereotype was true.

We were then ushered to another part of the hospital to wait on a doctor. We sat for about an hour without seeing any of the ailing older people enter the doctor’s office. We then saw the doctor walk out of the office and down the hall to a supply closet. The MOE Coordinator quickly got up and walked after her. After a quick conversation she came back to me and informed me that the doctor was just chit chatting with a friend. But the MOE Coordinator had told the doctor that I was sick and did not speak a word of Spanish and she was there to translate but could only wait for an hour. The doctor said she would be with me shortly, 58 minutes later to be exact. I was told to not to respond to the doctor and pretend as if I did not understand a word of what she was saing once we got in there. I accidently responded once but quickly acted as if I was speaking English rather than get caught and sent back out to the hallway.

The diagnosis ended up being that I had an infection and I was sure to get the flu the following day. I was giving a plethora of pills and told to go to sleep. Surprisingly the entire visit was free including the medication. I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. Yes, it was free medical care, but at what cost? The doctors were not motivated to help and one could tell the standard of care was nowhere near where it should have been. I have been informed by other volunteers that there are great hospitals in Quito and the next time I am sick I should just insist on medical care in one of those hospitals. To the doctor’s credit, I did get the flu the next day. I was doubled up in bed for 4 days and am just now fully getting over my cough. A friend of mine insists that bad things happen so that you can appreciate the good when it comes. I am sure that when I feel better I will rejoice in my new found health.

One more note on medical care. I spoke with the MOE Coordinator about medical care here in Ecuador compared to the US. I informed her that I knew of people that work full-time for 12,000 dollars a year in the United States because they receive medical benefits from the job. Her eyes widened at this statement. I later found out this was not because of the measly amount of pay but rather that doctors in Ecuador make roughly 1,000 dollars a month. Her shock was not due to the fact that people work in America for 12k but rather that this was an exorbitant amount of money. 

Note to self: don’t bring up American wages again…

I went back to school on Thursday of last week. Everyone was worried about me and had plenty of theories as to why I was sick. The overwhelming opinion was that I do not wear a scarf around my neck at all times. Others included that I swam in water that was too cold. Everyone had their own idea and who knows what the actual reason was. I am just hoping it doesn’t happen again.

Young man preparing his lips.

Video of Flag Ceremony

On Friday classes were cancelled for a ceremony that happens once a year for the graduating seniors. They are all lined up with military like precision and one by one were marched up to Ecuadorian flags. They then went down on one knee as if they are going to propose to the flag and then they kiss the flag in a symbol of patriotism. All of this was set to the beat of the large school band that played a marching song as the students went to show their patriotism. They are supposed to promise the country something of themselves. Then they are marched back to their spot in line. It was a very nice ceremony. The young men and women went up the flag with all seriousness and smooched away. I was very impressed with the level of dedication each and every senior had. I was expecting one or two to make light of the situation or only kiss the colors half-heartedly.

Marching in unison

This ceremony only served to remind me how traditional this society is. It had almost a romantic appeal to it. Rebellion is not in the vocabulary of the students and young people here. Yes, some students cut loose on the weekends and have a drink or spray paint some politically-motivated graffiti on a wall but mainly they behave the same as their parents. Authority is really not questioned here. I cannot imagine telling a group of American high school students that they have to kiss an American flag. How many students would really do this? By the time American students are 18 they have already begun their paths towards independence and free will. This is a value that we as Americans hold dear. The ability to question authority and identify what you believe is an integral part of being an American. Ecuadorian youth may not agree with everything that is said by their parents or school authorities but at the end of the day, they are all going to kiss that flag.

Flag ceremony

That evening I was invited to a party honoring a man that was receiving a lifetime achievement award for his work in the field of agriculture. This man had organized labor and brought a brighter future to many indigenous farmers. The ceremony concluded after 2 hours of praise for the man from the governor of the province, the mayor and many other prominent individuals in the community. I felt like high society that evening. Then the dancing began. A local artist serenaded the crowd of revelers and a very famous Ecuadorian band, “Casa De Cultura” played long into the night. It was a nice cap to a long week.

Traditional dance after the ceremony

Salud. Or at least in hope of health.