Posted by: whereheisnotnamed | June 21, 2010

Doctor’s Visit Ironies

Today, Maya and I made our way across town to a local hospital where she receives immunizations. At first, the process was quite overwhelming but now that I know what to expect, it is not an unpleasant experience. Although Maya cries almost immediately when she sees the nice doctor because she knows it usually means a shot, she loves the part leading up to that.

Today, we got our number and then sat waiting. (I have observed that sometimes people go by the numbers and sometimes they don’t.) The part that Maya loves is seeing all the babies! She usually goes up to each one, smiles, holds their hand, says, “hi, baby,” and then gives them a “poppy” (kiss). This is definitely sweet, but I was somewhat relieved today when she decided NOT to kiss all the babies (after she made a little boy cry) because some of them are sick, of course.

Today, two men were putting up doors to the waiting area for the pediatrician. They were hammering and chiseling, with wood chunks flying everywhere just a couple of feet from where all the mothers with babies were. No one seemed to mind. My eyes gazed another couple of feet over to a door that read “Keep silence.” I thought that was pretty funny, considering all the hammering and banging. To my left, were about six mothers with babies, crowding around the doctor’s door, waiting for a small crack so they could slip in. It seems like it depends on how close you are to the door.

In the midst of all that, Maya is clapping and singing, “Aga deen,” which is supposed to be “aja co din” or “This is the day” in Nepali.

On the way home, we stop at a small bizarre where I can usually find a few western things that aren’t easy to get, like Spaghetti sauce and vanilla flavoring. We get in a tempo for the ride home, a small, three-wheeled box vehicle that holds 8 passengers in the back plus the driver. But if it’s not on the main city roads, the driver will pull out his board for the front seat and have five or six more people sit up front.

So today, Maya and I were part of that five or six up front on the board. I like riding on the tempos. I get to see portraits of the culture – men and women holding their children on their laps, people talking loudly into their phones in Nepali, Bengali, or Hindi, students, a man with a torn t-shirt and a wrap skirt with no shoes next to a well-dressed lady with lots of gold jewelry, and people carrying various items that they have picked up from the shops, or briefcases, and then there’s me with diapers.

Now we are home safe and sound, and Maya doesn’t need another shot for 3 years! That’s good for her! But unless she is sick, we will miss all the action in the pediatrician’s corridor of the hospital!

I hope you are having an equally entertaining day!



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