Well, Abi and I are feeling better but Kenny is still coughing. Every now and then, like when he gets overheated or upset, he'll have a coughing episode where he coughs and can't breath. His lips turn blue and there's absolutely nothing I can do. We think it's bronchitis but Dr. Bradley (not THE Dr. Bradley) in Ulaan Baatar thinks it may be allergies, since there's no sign of infection, like fever, and cough suppressants aren't working. He said that the main complaint he's been getting from people this year suffering from allergies, including himself, is that cough suppressants don't seem to be doing their job. Hmmm. I sure hope it's not allergies 'cause if it is we'll be looking at it again next year.
So, whatever it is, Kenny needs healing. It breaks my heart to see him like this and not be able to do a single thing. Please keep praying for him, that God will do a miracle on his behalf. Thank you.
Apart from taking care of sick babies I've been taking advantage of more time spent at home. The other night Nate asked me to teach him how to read a face clock. Now he's learning to tell time!
I have also been making jam with the black currants we harvested from the 30 or so bushes in our yard. We didn't expect to have such a good harvest as most of the bushes were old but God totally gave us more than we could handle. We gave about 75% away just because I couldn't keep up with the fruit!
Besides making jam, I put together a recipe for bread using whole grains and seeds. It has things like bran, millet, oatmeal, poppy and sesame seeds, barley flour, pepitas (pumpkin seeds), and anything else I think it should have at any given time. =) I bake 3 loaves at a time and I can't believe my family eats all 3 loaves in 2 days! Abi and Nate told me they like my bread more than the bread from the store. It was great to hear, especially since most children like the white stuff. Pb&j just got a whole lot healthier!
I'm also reading the book "Blue Like Jazz" and there was something I read recently that I wanted to share here. I don't have time to write a lengthy post so I'll quote the author and leave you to your thoughts:
"I don't think any church has ever been relevant to culture, the human struggle, unless it believed in Jesus and the power of His gospel. If the supposed new church believes in trendy music and cool Web pages, then it is not relevant to culture either. It is just another tool of Satan to get people to be passionate about nothing."
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Crazy Town
Oh Boy, just when I think Mongolian doctors can't get any stupider, they go and outdo themselves!
After several days of trying, I finally got my chest X-ray. I'm happy to report that I DO NOT have TB. Thanks to all of you who were praying. Please keep praying as I still have somewhat of a cough and now Abi and Kenny are sick with the same thing.
I always get a kick out of the Mongolian medical system, to say the least. Today was a real hoot and I just had to blog about it as it had "blog material" written all over it.
So, I get to the hospital around 10 am and get in line in front of the x-ray room door. Now, for those of you familiar with lines in Mongolia you're already groaning. I don't know why people even bother lining up here; it's not like it means anything.
Anyway, I stood in line for almost an hour, waiting for the dr, as she was off somewhere, probably helping God rule the universe, cause we all know He can't to squat without her help.
Since lines don't mean anything, I worked my way up to the front (first time I've ever done this, btw. I'm way too polite for my own good. But today I was in a hurry and people were cutting in front of me left and right. ) then in true dumb tourist manner started fidgeting with my cell phone, listening to music etc, acting like I had no clue about what was going on. This always fools them because they don't want to argue with someone who can't understand them. Little do they know I can understand everything they say to me and about me. Makes it interesting.
Anyway, the dr came back and about 5 people followed her into the room, including me. She told everyone to get out. Again, I play dumb foreigner and stay in until it's my turn. All the while they're doing X-rays right there. One lady sat next to the X-ray machine the whole time nursing her baby! Now, I'm no expert but, that can't be good, can it?
I finally get a hearing with her majesty and establish that I need a chest X-ray to determine if I have TB. (they don't do the under-the-skin thingy on adults here.)
Let me backtrack a second. Sometimes people here are really mean to me. Sometimes I just take it with a grain of salt and sometimes I just chock it up to racism. But I realized that me being a foreigner was only part of the problem, today. The main problem is that I did not have in my possession, the coveted and much-worshiped "health notebook", that has recorded in it all dr visits since the I was a baby. All Mongolians have them and if you don't have one, you must ...GASP, pay cash for your dr visit. Oh, the scorn, as I have not one of these flimsy little books. They didn't know what to do with me. So finally, after being ignored for about 30 minutes (the communist system was starting to give me hives) I spoke up and told the good doctor (yeah right) that I didn't have a health notebook but I was prepared to pay cash. They motioned me in and told me in hushed tones that it was going to cost 3,000 tugrugs (about $2.50) I paid.
The dr lady (as in dragon lady) barked at me to take off my bra so I move to a part of the room that had fewer people and start to maneuver my way out of my bra underneath my shirt. Thank GOD I was wearing a newish bra and not a old, fugly nursing one.
I was told to come back an hour later for the picture and expert's opinion. I walked home, made a smoothie with the kids then Nate and I walked back to get the results. We got the picture and went into the expert's office. I use that term lightly. Very lightly.
We walked in and there were about 5 male dr's and 3 of them were smoking. I could already tell is was going to be an enlightening experience, as I could also smell some alcohol in the air (not the rubbing kind).
I sat down and the "expert" asked me where my translator was. I told him I'd been living in Darkhan almost 10 years and wouldn't be needing one. He asked where I was from and I told him America. He looked at my x-ray and scribbled something on a piece of paper and shoved it at me and told me nothing was wrong (I could see the x-ray was clear, too). By this time the smoke was getting to me and I was barely able to talk, I just kept choking back coughs. I cleared my throat and said sarcastically, (I can't help it!) "Are you sure it's ok to smoke in a hospital?" That got their attention. The "expert" told me that they were "great doctors", all of them and in Mongolia great doctors did what they wanted. He proceeded to tell me that I knew nothing and I should not criticize them. Now let me tell you, there were posters all over that wing of the hospital showing what smoking did to the lungs. It was a total Napoleon Dynamite moment, where you just wanna go "Gosh, friggin idiot!"
I looked the "expert" square in the eye, crumpled up his note and walked out. I'm still shaking my head.
After several days of trying, I finally got my chest X-ray. I'm happy to report that I DO NOT have TB. Thanks to all of you who were praying. Please keep praying as I still have somewhat of a cough and now Abi and Kenny are sick with the same thing.
I always get a kick out of the Mongolian medical system, to say the least. Today was a real hoot and I just had to blog about it as it had "blog material" written all over it.
So, I get to the hospital around 10 am and get in line in front of the x-ray room door. Now, for those of you familiar with lines in Mongolia you're already groaning. I don't know why people even bother lining up here; it's not like it means anything.
Anyway, I stood in line for almost an hour, waiting for the dr, as she was off somewhere, probably helping God rule the universe, cause we all know He can't to squat without her help.
Since lines don't mean anything, I worked my way up to the front (first time I've ever done this, btw. I'm way too polite for my own good. But today I was in a hurry and people were cutting in front of me left and right. ) then in true dumb tourist manner started fidgeting with my cell phone, listening to music etc, acting like I had no clue about what was going on. This always fools them because they don't want to argue with someone who can't understand them. Little do they know I can understand everything they say to me and about me. Makes it interesting.
Anyway, the dr came back and about 5 people followed her into the room, including me. She told everyone to get out. Again, I play dumb foreigner and stay in until it's my turn. All the while they're doing X-rays right there. One lady sat next to the X-ray machine the whole time nursing her baby! Now, I'm no expert but, that can't be good, can it?
I finally get a hearing with her majesty and establish that I need a chest X-ray to determine if I have TB. (they don't do the under-the-skin thingy on adults here.)
Let me backtrack a second. Sometimes people here are really mean to me. Sometimes I just take it with a grain of salt and sometimes I just chock it up to racism. But I realized that me being a foreigner was only part of the problem, today. The main problem is that I did not have in my possession, the coveted and much-worshiped "health notebook", that has recorded in it all dr visits since the I was a baby. All Mongolians have them and if you don't have one, you must ...GASP, pay cash for your dr visit. Oh, the scorn, as I have not one of these flimsy little books. They didn't know what to do with me. So finally, after being ignored for about 30 minutes (the communist system was starting to give me hives) I spoke up and told the good doctor (yeah right) that I didn't have a health notebook but I was prepared to pay cash. They motioned me in and told me in hushed tones that it was going to cost 3,000 tugrugs (about $2.50) I paid.
The dr lady (as in dragon lady) barked at me to take off my bra so I move to a part of the room that had fewer people and start to maneuver my way out of my bra underneath my shirt. Thank GOD I was wearing a newish bra and not a old, fugly nursing one.
I was told to come back an hour later for the picture and expert's opinion. I walked home, made a smoothie with the kids then Nate and I walked back to get the results. We got the picture and went into the expert's office. I use that term lightly. Very lightly.
We walked in and there were about 5 male dr's and 3 of them were smoking. I could already tell is was going to be an enlightening experience, as I could also smell some alcohol in the air (not the rubbing kind).
I sat down and the "expert" asked me where my translator was. I told him I'd been living in Darkhan almost 10 years and wouldn't be needing one. He asked where I was from and I told him America. He looked at my x-ray and scribbled something on a piece of paper and shoved it at me and told me nothing was wrong (I could see the x-ray was clear, too). By this time the smoke was getting to me and I was barely able to talk, I just kept choking back coughs. I cleared my throat and said sarcastically, (I can't help it!) "Are you sure it's ok to smoke in a hospital?" That got their attention. The "expert" told me that they were "great doctors", all of them and in Mongolia great doctors did what they wanted. He proceeded to tell me that I knew nothing and I should not criticize them. Now let me tell you, there were posters all over that wing of the hospital showing what smoking did to the lungs. It was a total Napoleon Dynamite moment, where you just wanna go "Gosh, friggin idiot!"
I looked the "expert" square in the eye, crumpled up his note and walked out. I'm still shaking my head.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
100th Post
This is my 100th post!
Oh, the pressure! What to write about?
Hmmm. I think I'll start with our camping trip.
I'm not really much for camping but it was nice to get out in the open with the kids and let them enjoy the sunshine and the river. Me, I just got a really bad sunburn. Don't get me wrong, I think camping can be a lot of fun. But if you're like me you spend most of your time digging for something in your backpack or reminding yourself not to complain out loud. My favorite part was when Hetee announced that it was time to start picking up the tents to leave.
Speaking of tents we had a really nice one from the container of stuff donated from Hong Kong. It was brand new and we had no idea it was so nice until we got there and set it up. It was big, with 2 smaller compartments inside, one for Nate and Abi and one for Hetee and myself (Kenny didn't come). Because of the closed-off smaller compartments, we were able to sleep totally bug free which was a huge blessing! I almost wanted to spend an extra night. Almost.
The river was nice. The water where we were wasn't deep at all so I couldn't swim much. It also had a funny smell, like too many cattle had passed through upstream. Yuck. But the kids had a lot of fun, especially Abi. She has been infatuated with water and swimming since she was tiny. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she was born in water?
Anyway, remember the granola bars I said we'd be taking on our camping trip? Well, I received some constructive criticism from Nate about them. Abi and I were eating ours for breakfast and I asked him if he wanted one. He said, "Nah. They taste like the countryside." I asked him what he meant and he said, "You know, grass, sticks, rocks." After I recovered I let him know, in a not-so-friendly tone that it was either that or leftover mutton from the night before. He chose the granola bar. Smart boy.
On the way to the camp site we saw 2 adult blue cranes with 2 baby cranes (what are they called?) They are so beautiful and very rare but we see them every year when they migrate to and from Japan.
We were also visited by a cuckoo bird. The kids thought that was the coolest.
Then, when we were about to leave, a Mongolian cowboy came by to ask for a cigarette. Hetee told him we didn't have any. Being the thoughtful daddy he is, he asked if the kids could ride the horses and the guy obliged. He seemed grateful for the conversation with Hetee and the other guys in our group. Nate and Abi thoroughly enjoyed their horseback riding and once again I was struck by how at ease they both seem in the saddle. Abi, who has a thing for horses , rode unassisted and didn't seem to think much of it. I thought of her Mongol ancestors who grew up in the saddle and were racing horses at Nate's age. I guess it's in their genes. I was so proud of them! Although I was a bundle of nerves to see my 3-year-old baby up on that big horse all by herself. Nate, I could handle seeing like that, but Abi just seems so fragile. I'm glad I kept my fears to myself because she was tickled pink about the whole experience and that much more confident in herself afterward. She's very shy and quiet so I know it was a good thing for her.
In case you're wondering why I didn't post any pictures let me just say that this camping trip was a mini-vacation from all things electronic. I didn't post any pictures because I didn't take any. =)
Oh, the pressure! What to write about?
Hmmm. I think I'll start with our camping trip.
I'm not really much for camping but it was nice to get out in the open with the kids and let them enjoy the sunshine and the river. Me, I just got a really bad sunburn. Don't get me wrong, I think camping can be a lot of fun. But if you're like me you spend most of your time digging for something in your backpack or reminding yourself not to complain out loud. My favorite part was when Hetee announced that it was time to start picking up the tents to leave.
Speaking of tents we had a really nice one from the container of stuff donated from Hong Kong. It was brand new and we had no idea it was so nice until we got there and set it up. It was big, with 2 smaller compartments inside, one for Nate and Abi and one for Hetee and myself (Kenny didn't come). Because of the closed-off smaller compartments, we were able to sleep totally bug free which was a huge blessing! I almost wanted to spend an extra night. Almost.
The river was nice. The water where we were wasn't deep at all so I couldn't swim much. It also had a funny smell, like too many cattle had passed through upstream. Yuck. But the kids had a lot of fun, especially Abi. She has been infatuated with water and swimming since she was tiny. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she was born in water?
Anyway, remember the granola bars I said we'd be taking on our camping trip? Well, I received some constructive criticism from Nate about them. Abi and I were eating ours for breakfast and I asked him if he wanted one. He said, "Nah. They taste like the countryside." I asked him what he meant and he said, "You know, grass, sticks, rocks." After I recovered I let him know, in a not-so-friendly tone that it was either that or leftover mutton from the night before. He chose the granola bar. Smart boy.
On the way to the camp site we saw 2 adult blue cranes with 2 baby cranes (what are they called?) They are so beautiful and very rare but we see them every year when they migrate to and from Japan.
We were also visited by a cuckoo bird. The kids thought that was the coolest.
Then, when we were about to leave, a Mongolian cowboy came by to ask for a cigarette. Hetee told him we didn't have any. Being the thoughtful daddy he is, he asked if the kids could ride the horses and the guy obliged. He seemed grateful for the conversation with Hetee and the other guys in our group. Nate and Abi thoroughly enjoyed their horseback riding and once again I was struck by how at ease they both seem in the saddle. Abi, who has a thing for horses , rode unassisted and didn't seem to think much of it. I thought of her Mongol ancestors who grew up in the saddle and were racing horses at Nate's age. I guess it's in their genes. I was so proud of them! Although I was a bundle of nerves to see my 3-year-old baby up on that big horse all by herself. Nate, I could handle seeing like that, but Abi just seems so fragile. I'm glad I kept my fears to myself because she was tickled pink about the whole experience and that much more confident in herself afterward. She's very shy and quiet so I know it was a good thing for her.
In case you're wondering why I didn't post any pictures let me just say that this camping trip was a mini-vacation from all things electronic. I didn't post any pictures because I didn't take any. =)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Going Camping!
Well, Hetee's birthday didn't exactly turn out the way I planned, due to some unforeseen last-minute expenses but we had a great time, nonetheless. Since we weren't able to go the retreat we decided to just go to the river and hang out there. We took a blanket and some snacks and talked and lounged around for about 4 hours. The spot we "found" was so nice that we decided to go back tomorrow with the kids and some close friends (leaders from our 12's) from church. We'll be taking tents and spending the night. I made it clear that I would not be doing any cooking while there so I'm taking chicken salad and granola bars. The others will be BBQ-ing mutton. No thank you!
We saw several gers (yurts) with camels out front on the way. I hope they're still there and we can ride them again. The kids love them!
Speaking of the kids, they were so excited about their daddy's birthday. We wrapped his present the night before and, although I urged them that they HAD to keep it a secret, Abi was having such a hard time. She finally spilled the beans but the poor thing didn't even realize it. We had a book for him and she said, "Daddy, you can't have your surprise book now. You will get it tomorrow." Nate and I both yelled, "ABI!" She looked at us as if to say, "What did I do now?" Then proceeded to cry brokenheartedly.
Hetee liked his book. The title of it was "Why I'm Crazy About My Dad". I also gave him a book of quotes and sayings about husbands. I never know what to get him but he said he liked it too.
Later that day, before going to the river, the kids and I made a german chocolate cake from scratch. It was YUMMY! And Hetee really liked it. I made him beef curry for supper, his favorite meal.
After the river and after we ate supper my parents came over to visit and give Hetee his present. Then right as they were leaving some of our g12 members from church came over with another cake. Their present was really funny-- a fake, bling dog chain with a big dollar sign on it. They totally cracked me up!
On to a different subject... My friend Amanda will soon be moving back to Mongolia! She used to live here about 6 years ago, back when I was single, and she was even here for my wedding. She and I used to teach English at the same school. During that time she discovered that being an English teacher was her calling. I just ran like heck. I am NOT a teacher. I think it's because I learn other languages fairly easily and I just don't get people who don't. I hate explaining things over and over again to people who just don't get it. And believe me, there's at least one in every classroom.
I'm getting way off track here...
Amanda just finished up her masters in Teaching English As a Second Language at Wheaton and will now be moving to Ulaan Baatar to work for 4 years (with ELI China) !!! It's a 2-hour car ride to UB but Hetee has promised that I can go whenever I want once she gets here! He really wants me to have friends and he knows how tough and lonely it gets. I think Amanda will probably spend some weekends here in Darkhan, too. We both love baking and dream of one day opening a bakery/coffee shop in Darkhan and employing unwed mothers and street children to work in it. First, I have to find her a Mongolian husband so she can get a green card. Worked for me. hehe
Anyway, it's late and I still have a ton of last-minute things to finish before we leave in the am.
Have a blessed day!
We saw several gers (yurts) with camels out front on the way. I hope they're still there and we can ride them again. The kids love them!
Speaking of the kids, they were so excited about their daddy's birthday. We wrapped his present the night before and, although I urged them that they HAD to keep it a secret, Abi was having such a hard time. She finally spilled the beans but the poor thing didn't even realize it. We had a book for him and she said, "Daddy, you can't have your surprise book now. You will get it tomorrow." Nate and I both yelled, "ABI!" She looked at us as if to say, "What did I do now?" Then proceeded to cry brokenheartedly.
Hetee liked his book. The title of it was "Why I'm Crazy About My Dad". I also gave him a book of quotes and sayings about husbands. I never know what to get him but he said he liked it too.
Later that day, before going to the river, the kids and I made a german chocolate cake from scratch. It was YUMMY! And Hetee really liked it. I made him beef curry for supper, his favorite meal.
After the river and after we ate supper my parents came over to visit and give Hetee his present. Then right as they were leaving some of our g12 members from church came over with another cake. Their present was really funny-- a fake, bling dog chain with a big dollar sign on it. They totally cracked me up!
On to a different subject... My friend Amanda will soon be moving back to Mongolia! She used to live here about 6 years ago, back when I was single, and she was even here for my wedding. She and I used to teach English at the same school. During that time she discovered that being an English teacher was her calling. I just ran like heck. I am NOT a teacher. I think it's because I learn other languages fairly easily and I just don't get people who don't. I hate explaining things over and over again to people who just don't get it. And believe me, there's at least one in every classroom.
I'm getting way off track here...
Amanda just finished up her masters in Teaching English As a Second Language at Wheaton and will now be moving to Ulaan Baatar to work for 4 years (with ELI China) !!! It's a 2-hour car ride to UB but Hetee has promised that I can go whenever I want once she gets here! He really wants me to have friends and he knows how tough and lonely it gets. I think Amanda will probably spend some weekends here in Darkhan, too. We both love baking and dream of one day opening a bakery/coffee shop in Darkhan and employing unwed mothers and street children to work in it. First, I have to find her a Mongolian husband so she can get a green card. Worked for me. hehe
Anyway, it's late and I still have a ton of last-minute things to finish before we leave in the am.
Have a blessed day!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Whew...
What a week! Traveling to and from UB 3 times has taken its toll. The first trip was to retrieve some things that were donated to our church and sent via railway shipping container from Hong Kong. The second trip was to pick up a friend from the airport and the third trip was to bring him back and to go see a doctor for a bad cough I had developed over the week.
I was leary of seeing a doctor but when it became evident that I would have to I opted for the private Korean hospital. When I arrived, I told the receptionist that I had a cough and pain in my chest and she told me to go up to the second floor. She said there was an American doctor there. I couldn't believe my luck!
I went up to his office and saw his name on the door. I had heard his name before and even emailed him a couple times before but never met him. Anyway, he was really nice and checked me out and listened to everything I had to say about my symptoms. He said it's not pneumonia ( I was pretty sure it wasn't because I've had it before and it was different) or bronchitis. I asked about TB since we come in contact with it a lot here and he said he didn't think so but becuase I have small kids I should get checked anyway. He was concerned about my weight-- 117 lbs. compared to the usual 127 pre-pregnancy lbs. He said it may be an indication of TB OR it could all-- the cough/chest pain and the weight loss-- be related to stress, which has been higher than normal lately.
Anyway, I still need to get testet for TB. I tried to do it in UB but they have been out of the shot since may. I heard they have it in Darkhan so I'll try here soon.
I seriously don't think it's TB and, of course, we are praying it's not. But, I'll feel much better after I know for sure.
I'm eagerly awaiting harvest season (late July-September) so that I can start my juice fast with all new veggies. I think a juice fast will make me feel a whole lot better!
Hetee got me a chest freezer today! I've been wanting one for a couple years now but recently it has become more necessary. I have been making weekly meal plans to save us $ and time. I try to do all of my monthly shopping at once so I can buy in bulk and save on gas, too. This is where the freezer comes in. I can buy the beef, chicken and even some veggies and prepare and freeze them all at once. Just another way he makes my life easier.
Speaking of HIM, his birthday is coming up on the 9th. I'm planning a little overnight getaway and made him swear he'd take the time off. There's a little retreat place that we've never been to but we heard that it is quite nice. It's in a wooded area near a river not too far away. Basically, we just want to SLEEP and not have to hurry out of bed the next morning. No kids, phones or visitors. Just me, him, some junk food and season 6 of 24, ha ha!
Well, I'm off to bed. Love y'all!
Oh yeah, happy fourth! We celebrated by eating banana muffins on American flag napkins for breakfast.
I was leary of seeing a doctor but when it became evident that I would have to I opted for the private Korean hospital. When I arrived, I told the receptionist that I had a cough and pain in my chest and she told me to go up to the second floor. She said there was an American doctor there. I couldn't believe my luck!
I went up to his office and saw his name on the door. I had heard his name before and even emailed him a couple times before but never met him. Anyway, he was really nice and checked me out and listened to everything I had to say about my symptoms. He said it's not pneumonia ( I was pretty sure it wasn't because I've had it before and it was different) or bronchitis. I asked about TB since we come in contact with it a lot here and he said he didn't think so but becuase I have small kids I should get checked anyway. He was concerned about my weight-- 117 lbs. compared to the usual 127 pre-pregnancy lbs. He said it may be an indication of TB OR it could all-- the cough/chest pain and the weight loss-- be related to stress, which has been higher than normal lately.
Anyway, I still need to get testet for TB. I tried to do it in UB but they have been out of the shot since may. I heard they have it in Darkhan so I'll try here soon.
I seriously don't think it's TB and, of course, we are praying it's not. But, I'll feel much better after I know for sure.
I'm eagerly awaiting harvest season (late July-September) so that I can start my juice fast with all new veggies. I think a juice fast will make me feel a whole lot better!
Hetee got me a chest freezer today! I've been wanting one for a couple years now but recently it has become more necessary. I have been making weekly meal plans to save us $ and time. I try to do all of my monthly shopping at once so I can buy in bulk and save on gas, too. This is where the freezer comes in. I can buy the beef, chicken and even some veggies and prepare and freeze them all at once. Just another way he makes my life easier.
Speaking of HIM, his birthday is coming up on the 9th. I'm planning a little overnight getaway and made him swear he'd take the time off. There's a little retreat place that we've never been to but we heard that it is quite nice. It's in a wooded area near a river not too far away. Basically, we just want to SLEEP and not have to hurry out of bed the next morning. No kids, phones or visitors. Just me, him, some junk food and season 6 of 24, ha ha!
Well, I'm off to bed. Love y'all!
Oh yeah, happy fourth! We celebrated by eating banana muffins on American flag napkins for breakfast.
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