Got a little more than I bargained for with this trip to Bolivia – in a good way. S hooked me up with a “rotation” at one of the tertiary hospitals in El Alto. She knows pretty much everyone in that hospital, and has been introducing me left and right. I’m spending half days there shadowing and getting pimped in Spanish.
But on Saturday, W, one of the interns, offered me one of her kiddos (and her phone number!) and let me examine and present him to the attending pediatrician. It wasn’t any worse than my English presentations (which isn’t saying much). The first day I was there, we saw a case of laryingitis (where are the adenoids on lateral xray?), organophosphate intoxication (what lab test can be used to confirm, what’s the difference between nicotinic and muscarinic receptors?), and what I thought might be Sturge-Weber syndrome (he had a port wine stain, seizures, visual disturbances – the neurologist has to work him up though).
In the latter half of the days, Maria Renee and I have been furiously trying to finish what I came here to do. These last few days in La Paz are gonna be busy…
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