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One of my "most significant" activities is a medical aid trip to Haiti during the cholera epidemic. I'm a nurse, and part of the reason we were there was to teach the Haitian staff how to better care for patients. I know, I know... I thought it was iffy at first too... until I got there. I am talking about some scary ****. Problem is, I'm trying to talk about "teaching the staff in Haiti," what we were trying to teach, and why it wasn't just a bunch of self-righteous WASP-y B.S. I'm just worried it sounds condescending or arrogant. Here's a blurb from my "especially meaningful" blurb. Do you think it sounds offensive in any way?
The culture of the hospital we worked in was dictated by rules that couldn't be broken, and providers struggled to adapt when patients didn't conform to an expected trajectory. For example, the day before we arrived, a patient underwent surgery. The hospital staff extubated him 30 minutes after surgery, because that's what the protocol stated. He had not reached an appropriate level of consciousness to maintain his airway, however, and passed away. Another morning, we all crowded around the crib of an infant who, though playful the day before, was now limp and sickly gray. The staff nurse explained that he was to get Digoxin twice a day, but to save time, she had given both doses at once. Aware that we were from a different culture, and in many ways, a different world, we struggled to better enable our Haitian co-workers to care for their patients without making them feeling disrespected.
The culture of the hospital we worked in was dictated by rules that couldn't be broken, and providers struggled to adapt when patients didn't conform to an expected trajectory. For example, the day before we arrived, a patient underwent surgery. The hospital staff extubated him 30 minutes after surgery, because that's what the protocol stated. He had not reached an appropriate level of consciousness to maintain his airway, however, and passed away. Another morning, we all crowded around the crib of an infant who, though playful the day before, was now limp and sickly gray. The staff nurse explained that he was to get Digoxin twice a day, but to save time, she had given both doses at once. Aware that we were from a different culture, and in many ways, a different world, we struggled to better enable our Haitian co-workers to care for their patients without making them feeling disrespected.