I have said in a lot of our blogs that when we stared writing our blog we wanted to share all we find as we travel and tell it like we find it. We are definitely not trying to tell people how to do any thing. Maybe if people hear how we did it, they can maybe do it even better but either way at least we tried to tell you what it was like for us. The only questions ask more often than what if we get sick down here is how we fight off pirates. So far we have not seen a pirate but you can believe me we are keeping a good look out. This week we have had the opportunity to experience 3rd world medicine close up so maybe this will help answer the second most ask question. What happens down here if you really need a doctor? I did something stupid this week and cut off one of my fingers. Left hand right behind the first knuckle trough the bone and tendon, on my middle finger and no it didn’t hurt all that bad. It was so quick. I had a skill saw mounted to a piece of plywood making it into a table saw. First thing you never do is run any thing trough a saw with the blade higher than it takes to cut trough what you are cutting. Second and most important you need to use a push board on small stuff. If you don’t you my find parts of you missing. When it happened, I held up my hand and saw the finger hanging there on one little peace of skin. For some unknown reason, I just put the finger back and pulled my other fingers together. My outside finger were now holding my finger in place. I went for Pam. She did her little I need to do 3 things a once but what do I do first thing but soon settled down. She informed me that we were not taking Dumpling our dink to town. We live in a marina that has no roads. I might pass-out on her in the middle of the river so we went for the care taker here and he did have a little fit when he saw my hand trying to help me any way he could. Even trying to help me walk to the marina launcha. There’s a good doctor in Fronteras but he said it was over his head. That I needed a surgeon so he cleaned it and put in a drip opening in my good hand for a forced drip put in by a needle. He called ahead telling them we were coming. Left the needle in my hand for the drip Bandage it a little for the ride to Morales and a hospital on a caltivo. That’s the little bus vans here they say you can’t over load. There is always room for one more. They have a drivers’ seat that goes across the front and 3 bench seats in the back The most I have seen is 26 on one bus. I think they should have a ride at Disney World like it but in the states it would be against the law even at Disney World. Riding in a caltiva with your finger cut off and holding it in place with your other fingers and your hand is just a little more crazy than I do every day but we went on. When we got there we finally found the doctor and he said we would need to pay him for it all but we could pay him the next day. I ask him why not today. Why did we have to come back? He said in his broken English and Spanish to where we could understand this time. You are going to a hospital for major surgery and when you wake up it will be late. You will not be going home today. We need to monitor you tonight after you wake up You can maybe go back tomorrow if you are doing alright but first you need to find the clinic up the street to have your hand
x-rayed. We walked around till we found that with my cut off finger held in place by other fingers and bleeding some from time to time. Came back with the x-ray. All this time I was dressed in the worst cut-offs and tee shirt I have. I was doing fiberglass work when it happen. So much for looking nice and I don’t think it’s nice walking around leaving a blood trail either but what can you do? At the hospital we were given a private room but had to share a bathroom.
I had to put on a hospital gown and a pair of what Pam called “pantalones” A pair of big legged shorts with a draw string. This is not coming to a fashion store near you soon. They came and got me on a stretcher to take me to the operating room. I don’t know why? When I could have walked but I was glad. No one wants to be seen in hospital “pantalones.” It was cold in there something I have not felt in a very long time. The doctor was talking to the nurse and then I was in my room trying to get awake by myself. It seemed to be hard to wake up and I wondered why Pam was not there. Then I stared to remember she was going back to the river by herself to get money and our computer to move some money we have in a little saving account. I didn’t like her having to go back by her self but what else could we do? They don’t take credit cards at this hospital. They didn’t want US dollars and we didn’t have enough in the bank to use our debit cards. Pam didn’t get back till almost 9 that night. A nurse came by a girl maybe 20 but not a word of English. I under stud enough in Spanish that I was not to get up or go to the bathroom with out her. She came by about ever hour so when I needed to go, I just went holding up my drip with my hurt hand. When she came back the second time she called some one on her phone and it was her husband and he could speak some English and he told me to wait on her to go to the bathroom. Maybe it was because there was some blood in the end of my drip. I guess I didn’t hold it up high enough and it reversed on me a little. The next time I made sure I did.
When Pam came back I was happy. I was really getting worried She said she took a taxi back no riding a caltivo or a tuk tuk at night. Cost more but it gets dark here around 6 every night in Guatemala year round. No real long or short days. Too close to the equator. I told her I was worried when she was not there when they brought me back. She said she was there and I was talking to her like we were young again. Telling her how much I care for her with every one there in the room. I am not real big on outward affection at my age in public but I don’t remember saying a word or her even being there. She brought me food when she came back. There is no lunch room in this hospital. We watched TV something I really don’t miss much when it’s all in Spanish. Pam and I tried to sleep all night in the little single bed there. Maybe 32 niches wide. Remember Pam and I have been married over 50 years now and the first night we spent all night together she was only 15. Who could have ever guessed we would be here doing what we are doing 50 odd years later. I was a lot older at 17. This brought a smile from the nurse as she came by. I was worried she might be unhappy with Pam sleeping with me and my hurt hand. She might hit it or something. But she never said a word. In the states I am sure this would not be allowed. The next morning after daylight it all went 3rd world for sure. The power went off and we found out the power company shut down the power for an
up-grade and didn’t tell anyone the power would be off in the whole town till after 3 or maybe 4, but back on before dark for sure, if all went well. “Maybe.” Now our cards wouldn’t work and they would not let us leave till the bill was paid. We keep telling them we needed to go back to the Rio Dulce and get the money out of the bank there. The power was on there but they needed some security and I was all they had. Pam was to go by her self again while I stayed there in a hot room no air condition now or even Spanish TV to watch. Riding back with lots of cash by herself. We finally persuaded them to let us go get the money We left a deposit for a small part of the bill. When we came back the administer grabbed my good hand shaking it like he was thinking we had change our minds and skipped out on them. What do I think about doctors and hospitals down here? If you want a sex change or a brain transplant go back to the states but if you cut off your finger, You will be fine down here but it will be and adventure getting it sewed back on. That’s for sure. Cost up till now, a little over 800 dollars US. 2 doctors operating room night in hospital, drugs for pain, anesthesiologist. Rides on a caltivo from one town to the other 3 US for both of us one way. Cab at night 25 US. Round trip.
Parts for our motor that was to be air mailed here last week are promised to be here next week. You never know? But Life is still good here in Central America and we are watching out for them pirates Hopefully we won’t ever find one and the next time I will lower the blade on the saw before I cut this simple little small peace of wood.











