Monday, October 05, 2009

Malaria is a bummer

Two days ago I began feeling kinda wierd.  Couldn't really place it at first, just fatigue, etc.  Then I began vomiting and other problems all night long.  Woke up knowing with the experience of someone whose lived in Haiti almost 20 years that I had malaria.  Despite what textbooks tell medical professionals, malaria is our household always starts with massive GI symptoms, followed by fevers only after you start taking the treatment.  Wierd, huh?  This is the only illness that I've ever had that I keep thinking I would rather be dead than feel like this.  To me, that is the hallmark sign that it is malaria. 
Thank God here in Haiti we have a relatively easily treatable form of the malady, 3 days of large doses of chlorequin will take care of it.  I just took my second dose this morning and am beginning to feel like I'd like to continue to live.  I might even feel like eating later today; that would be a novelty.  This is probably not the most edifying note; just want everyone to know it's not all fun and games down here. 

Friday, October 02, 2009

I think I'm part Haitian now

I've lived here a long time.  As most middle aged people can attest, time goes by more quickly than one can imagine.  The only thing that seems to remind me that things are changing is the growth of my children and seeing how lifestyles themselves change.  Alot of my friends from here are teasing me about how "Haitian" I am.  I seriously doubt that.  I think I've become some odd conglomerate of part Haitian/part American/ part world cultural person.  I'm definitely not your typical missionary anymore though.
Most of my missionary friends go back to the states periodically to sustain support levels and talk about how hard life is here.  In the twenty years I've known my husband, I've never once heard him ask for funding for anything.  Seriously.  He asks people to pray.   When they've asked how specifically they can help, occasionally he'll tell others how specific gifts could help, etc.  Well, I'm praying and rather than go to the the U.S., I'm glad we're staying here and praying. 

Friday, February 06, 2009

Students begging for teachers to be paid

A few days ago my husband was driving home from the Dominican Republic where he'd gone to stock up on supplies.  On the way back, he was driving through the community of Limonade.  He found a long line of trucks backed up behind a blockade.  The road block?  A demonstration by public school students who were asking for the government to pay their teachers so they'd come back to work.  Here it is February, and the staff has not been paid since school started in October. The students planned a peaceful blockade, right by the police station until 1 P.M. when their classes would normally let out.  Their purpose was to draw attention to the fact that while the gov't is dispensing funding for carnival festivities, many outlying suburban schools can't even open because of no pay to staff.  
The protest was going calmly until the police decided it had gone on long enough.  With the U.N. staffers instructing them, the police proceeded to try and break it up.  Eventually this led to firing tear gas at the high school students to get them to go home.  Only in Haiti, it seems, do we have police and a government that orders students to go home.  
Of course, no one ever heard about this anywhere in the world.