Reflective essy

Self-reflection essay I remember first arriving in Haiti. The blast of heat stepping off the plane, cramming onto a mini school bus, and pure(a) pop the windows at the outskirts of Cap Haitian and the rural road to Milot. Im in Haiti , I kept telling myself, trying to absorb all that I was seeing. The landscape, the way people live here, the norms of this culture were so antithetical from anything I had seen before. We walked the streets of Milot that first day and I powerfully recall the uncomfortable emotional state of all eyes on us, the trash and the pigs in the rivers, and the children crying, BlanBlan as we walked past. Its idiotic what breaks after youVe been in a place for a succession. It ceases to be constantly foreign and overwhelming. I no longer see only depressed poverty out the windows or while we walk through villages. I notice the details, walls painted bright blue, yellow, red, the heart design carved out of brick that make up the windows of every home, th e bright red hibiscus flowers and cacti that form walls rough each familys plot of land. When I walk through Milot now I expect people to stare, why wouldnt they?I say bonjou to them and smile, and bump a bonjou and a smile ack. I look for the goat babies we pass on our runs, and am continuously comforted by the mountains surrounding this runty town. Haiti is poor, yes, and I am reminded of that every day, but thither is so much more(prenominal)(prenominal) to it than that. I wrote the above two paragraphs in my blog a little over a month into my trip to Haiti this summer. They sum up my impression of becoming part of a place, as much as an American medical examination student can become part of a scummy Haitian town in 7 weeks. I had a very amazing, fulfilling, and personally enriching experience.My first nurture clinical was, to ain confidence in applying the clinical skills I have learned thus far, through workings with patients every day. I became very comfortable working through an interpreter, as this was the only way to communicate with every patient I interacted with. I had a lot of practice in conducting patient interviews, performing a targeted animal(prenominal) exam, and taking vitals. This opportunity was an amazing way to remember and bonny tune all the skills I learned in medical interviewing, physical diagnosis, and CAP.Interviewing patients who speak English ordain come out a lot easier in comparison. My second learning objective was, to learn how to ask everyday wellness questions and carry out meaningful research to improve the health of a population. About half of our time in Haiti was dedicated to conducting a public health project. This was an incredible learning experience even before loss the US. Three of us and our physician mentor applied for three IRB adulations as a group. That required a lot of research, teamwork, and delegation.We were able to get approval before leaving for Haiti, which let us hit the ground running. We dog-tired about 2 days a week in petite illages around Milot, working with translators and going door to door to interview women, or meeting large groups of midwives in village clinics. This experience was a accepted test of my patience and ability to put my type A, get things through now temper aside. Vans were always late to pick us up, the translators werent high quality, and there were myriad miscommunications between us and the volunteer coordinator.Nevertheless, we managed to ge interviews conducted. I strongly believe that as a result of our research, positive developments will happen in Milot. This was a rewarding and challenging experience and even more ducational than I thought it would be going into it. My threesome learning objective was, to strengthen my teamwork skills by working closely and effectively with opposite medical professionals. I think my teamwork skills were honed best through working with two other students on our public health project .We all learned how to compromise, how to put our opinions advancing effectively, and how to cede to others opinions. We spent a lot of time and mental get-up-and-go with each other without ever getting angry. There were times when wed get frustrated with each other, but we were able to talk about it and sound on. All sevener of us students spent 2417 with each other for seven weeks and our collective ability to work together, to pick each other up when we were down, and to have fun together was like nothing IVe ever experienced.My final exam learning objective was, to improve my communication skills and cultural competence while working with patients and other health care professionals with varied backgrounds and beliefs. Of all my learning questions, this was perhaps the most important and the most difficult to successfully achieve. It will be a work in progress for my entire career, which is something I didnt really nderstand until this trip. Its not easy to put oneself, wit h ones own background, beliefs, and culturally created personality into anothers shoes completely.Its also difficult to understand a culture so far removed from your own. Although I say its difficult, I spent every single day in Haiti trying to improve my ability to do so. From working with doctors who often worked at a pace that made it seem as though they didnt care about their patients, to waiting for 3 hours for a late ride to a village, to the miscommunications that occurred frequently, every day was a conscious(p) effort to nderstand the culture in which I found myself.Finally, I always heard about how hard it is to deal with the dysfunctional systems in third world countries, and I thought I understood. Its a whole different level of understanding when you see what that means on an individual military personnel level in the eyes of the patients in front of you. And you are at sea to change the system. My time in Haiti I will remember, learn from, and be glad I did for the r est of my life. The things I learned, the relationships I made, and the experiences I had in those seven weeks would take a book to write down and do Justice to.