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Open Clinic and Photos of Babies born in Kazakhstan

Today I went back to Open Clinic to get my blood work done, it was not as long a wait as the day before when we needed to have a consultation first.  That was a painful one and half hour wait yesterday watching people open and close doors while the doctor consulted with each patient before me.

Why is it called “Open Clinic?”  I think the emphasis is on the word “open” because I just saw more of the same today waiting outside the laboratory. Opening and closing the door.  Ken went to pay for the lab work at the cashier while I kept my place in line.  You have to know when you approach this kind of medical service the question to ask in Russian is “Who’s last?”  Seems most people abide by this corridor protocol but for others with fussy children, it is tough.

One little girl kept moaning yesterday in Russian, “Domoy, Domoy.”  Obviously she wanted to go home with her consistent, petulant whine. But then there were also the happy toddlers under the age of 3 who played with each other.  Fiddling with door keys, chasing each other and probably a menace to the passing nurses.  But what fun to hear their squeals and laughter over the whimpers.

So, I have figured out to bring my camera next time I need to go to Open Clinic and try to cheer up these little squirts.  I had my camera yesterday to take photos but I was too out of sorts while I was internally whining about wanting to be any other place but there in the corridor of the Open Clinic.

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Photos of New Astana and Kazakhstan’s students

This morning I went back to the old part of Astana to talk to a class of 11th graders.  I had fun doing Carolyn Graham Jazz Chants with them.  They were very good at keeping to the beat and speaking out the words in unison while repeating after me.  The students took turns from each side of the room and they seemed to have fun with doing “Banker’s Wife’s Blues” and “This is Mine” and a few others.

I asked these young students to give to their Kazakh teacher written essays telling me about their grandparents.  I had given them a chance to tell me orally anything about what they knew about their grandma or grandpa after I told them about my Norwegian great grandpa who had settled in North Dakota.  Silence.  My friend who is only about 4-5 years older than her students was a bit miffed that they were so quiet for me.  I told my young friend, “No problem, just get them to write about their grandparents.”  She responded, “They dont’ like to write either.”  I said, that if they were planning on passing the IELTS test, that they would need to write.  Period…Full stop!!!

We shall see if I get any essays next week.  I then went to the Open Clinic after that short 45 minutes with the class of about 25 students.  That was an agonizing wait to find out what is wrong with my left arm.  I saw many children with their mothers.  I took photos after reading magazines and trying not to be too bored.  After an hour and half wait, we finally got to into Door #4 after about 3-4 people had been ahead of us.  So interesting to see corridor protocol at work in Kazakhstan’s medical facilities.  People pop their head in and interrupt the doctors at work as if they can multi-task.  No nurses or receptionists are there to protect the doctor/patient relationship. We had to pay on the spot for this consultation of 2,000 tenge which is over $10.  However, I think we value our time much more in the U.S. and hate to wait that long.  Unfortunately, I need to go back early tomorrow a.m. to do a blood test at this same Open Clinic.  I hope drawing my blood doesn’t take as long.  I only have a dull ache in my left arm, why am I going through all this trauma of waiting and waiting?

Okay, as promised I’ll show more photos of Astana, the new part.  After today, I am ready for the new generation of Kazakhstan to take over the medical services industry.  

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