“Handwashing is hard enough”

On a quiet Wednesday morning I took a break from my work at home to do some laundry in our basin behind the house. Having grown up with a washing machine always on hand, I will note that handwashing has been a struggle for me. I often find spots of residual red dust on my freshly washed shirt as I am heading out to the hospital in the morning. As I began filling the basin and working the washing powder into my clothes, I heard rustling in the bushes behind me. I turned to find five monkeys staring down at me from the hedges behind the house. A few dropped down to the ground out of curiosity, while the larger monkeys began to screech and snarl down from the upper branches. I shuffled myself inside and decided it was best to do my washing once Lauren and Breanna were back from the hospital… just in case.

It has been the smaller challenges and idiosyncrasies of life in Uganda that have been the most difficult to adapt to. The heat, unfamiliar smells, and chaotic traffic provided a shock to the system but we quickly adjusted. Learning to move with the slower pace of life, crossing the road while truck drivers shout “Mzungu!” at you, or becoming comfortable when a grown man continues to hold your hand for an uncomfortable period of time have been the real struggles.

Lauren encountered difficulty communicating to nurses and midwives during her first week. Not because they could not understand her accent, rather she would petrify them with her enthusiasm. A young nursing student was sat down in front of us to interview on our second day in Mukono Health Centre. Lauren managed to stun Nurse Susan in a handful of sentences and I found myself relaying her questions in a lower, slower tone of voice. We can say she has made progress on the communication barrier though. Last week Nurse Susan approached Lauren in the hospital and stated “We are friends now, Lauren!” This time Lauren’s ecstatic response was welcomed.

I have a feeling we will find ourselves at the end of our internship a couple months from now, just beginning to move with the rhythm of Uganda. For now, we remain the perpetually confused mzungus, seemingly infinite entertainment for the locals.