Category: Honduras

Posts about my travels to San Jose del Negrito, Yoro, Honduras to work with the local community & health care center

A Gift to Remember Me By

Last night at dinner, this girl, Virginia, said, I’ll see you tomorrow! It old her that I was leaving in the morning. She asked for a gift to remember her by. I told her I didn’t have much (which was true, I packed ultra light, and brought no gifts) she asked if I could give her my necklace (I said…

Extracting Riches from Time

In Houston waiting for the flight to Pittsburgh now 4 minutes late. Plane pulls up to the gate. Me: “oh good, the plan is here!” Everyone around me: ” grumble grumble late grumble grumble” Perspective people, perspective. You are all blessed with the freedom and income to travel. Unfortunately complaining and bad attitudes seem to be included. I have learned…

Lights, Stethoscope, Action!

Safely arrived in Honduras, met our transportation to the village, saw many old friends already, it almost feels like home. The Sun is setting, the breeze is cool, the kids at everywhere, the meal was great, the parrots are chirping and the strangest thing is there are lights coming on in the village. 2 years ago there was no electricity…

Extensor Tendon Repair in Honduras- Part 3

We created the best sterile field that we could and numbed up the laceration with as much lidocaine with epi as was safe to administer.  We had run the hand under running water to disrupt the clot, and then irrigated with sterile saline. The distal tendons popped into view easily by simply extending all of his fingers flat against the…

Part 2

They hadn’t eaten since before starting work that morning and by the time they arrived at the clinic, it was late in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day. This is when I met him for the first time. “Doc Shazam, we need you.  We have a  machete injury…” said the 3rd year resident. While minor trauma and fractures…

Of Machetes and Snake Bites

I just returned from a 2 week trip to rural northern Honduras where muddy roads twist up steep mountain sides, and where farmers manage near vertical fields of corn and beans where mahogany trees once grew. A fifteen year old farmer leaned over in the beating sun, swinging his machete in his right hand while gathering ripe corn with his…