I left you all in suspense! Haven't you all just been DYING to find out how
my scones turned out? Fine. I'll tell you. they were edible and to anyone who
has never tasted good scones (like most everyone here) they were good. But I
couldn't stand them. At first I thought it was because I didn't have any measuring
cups and because I substituted vinegar for cream of tartar, but there was a
strange taste that I thought came from the butter. My suspicions were realized when
I mentioned this to Sebastian and he told me that the butter here in Indonesia
has a strange additive that gives it an awful taste. The only way to get around
this is to buy expensive imported French butter. And so my first baking experiment
is partially exonerated.
That was Tuesday. On Wednesday I went to the hospital and did the usual thing. I stood around a lot, sometimes talked to patients, and practiced on the PTs when they weren’t busy. Halfway through the day Dr. Tetty introduced me to her daughter, who spoke very good English. I asked her where she had gone to school and she said “Glion Switzerland.” “As in the little town on the mountain above Montreaux?” I replied. “Yes!” She said, “Do you know it?” “I went hiking there earlier this year!” That was a fun little exchange. Here I am at Rochers De Naye, the peak above Glion:
Just as I was leaving for the day Dr. Tetty told me that she had thought of another assignment for me. Every month the medical rehabilitation department is supposed to conduct self-assessments (patient recovery rates, how well charts are filled in, patient complaints, timeliness etc). These assessments haven’t been done since last January. And so now I am going back through all the files and compiling data. And I mean file files. Not computer files. I’ve been working on it for 16 hours and I have plenty more to go.
Soon after getting home on Wednesday I was picked up by Edo and Michelle, a married couple from IES West (my church). We went to the grocery store (called Hypermart) and then drove out to Karawaci, a city sprawl suburb of Jakarta, for Life Group. It was a very refreshing time. There were about 18 people—most of them international teachers—and we chatted, discussed the sermon from the week and sang some worship songs. AND WE ATE MEXICAN TACOS. I think I had six.
On Thursday I worked on adding numbers for most of the day. In the afternoon several patients came in whom I have formed special bonds with. There is Opung, (Grandma) the Christian lady with the stroke. There is also a man who had a stroke who told me on Monday that he wanted to play chess. So I brought a chess board and we stood him in the stander and played a game. He enjoyed it so much!
After work on Thursday I played chess with Dion and baked bread! It turned out great! I devoured so much that I couldn’t eat my dinner. After dinner I went with Rocky to play indoor soccer with a lot of the other PTs. I’ve never been good at soccer and I don’t know what happened but halfway through the hour long match something clicked and I scored 12 goals in 40 minutes. And 5 in a row! It felt great! (of course I couldn’t have done most of them without Sadly’s assists). Look how red I am compared to everyone else.
Today (Friday), I crunched numbers again and I shared bread with everyone in the PT department. Rocky said it wasn’t sweet enough. These Indonesians don’t think bread is good unless it tastes like a doughnut. Opung came and I gave her some. Another patient tried it too:
And I have spent all afternoon working on my PT application and writing up this blog post.
Tomorrow I only work from 8 to 12 and then I will Skype the most wonderful girl in the world.
Please keep praying for me! Pray for my health. Pray for my application to PT school. Pray for my mood and for my walk with the Lord. Pray that I don’t worry about the future.
Thank you all of reading my blog!
That was Tuesday. On Wednesday I went to the hospital and did the usual thing. I stood around a lot, sometimes talked to patients, and practiced on the PTs when they weren’t busy. Halfway through the day Dr. Tetty introduced me to her daughter, who spoke very good English. I asked her where she had gone to school and she said “Glion Switzerland.” “As in the little town on the mountain above Montreaux?” I replied. “Yes!” She said, “Do you know it?” “I went hiking there earlier this year!” That was a fun little exchange. Here I am at Rochers De Naye, the peak above Glion:
Just as I was leaving for the day Dr. Tetty told me that she had thought of another assignment for me. Every month the medical rehabilitation department is supposed to conduct self-assessments (patient recovery rates, how well charts are filled in, patient complaints, timeliness etc). These assessments haven’t been done since last January. And so now I am going back through all the files and compiling data. And I mean file files. Not computer files. I’ve been working on it for 16 hours and I have plenty more to go.
Soon after getting home on Wednesday I was picked up by Edo and Michelle, a married couple from IES West (my church). We went to the grocery store (called Hypermart) and then drove out to Karawaci, a city sprawl suburb of Jakarta, for Life Group. It was a very refreshing time. There were about 18 people—most of them international teachers—and we chatted, discussed the sermon from the week and sang some worship songs. AND WE ATE MEXICAN TACOS. I think I had six.
On Thursday I worked on adding numbers for most of the day. In the afternoon several patients came in whom I have formed special bonds with. There is Opung, (Grandma) the Christian lady with the stroke. There is also a man who had a stroke who told me on Monday that he wanted to play chess. So I brought a chess board and we stood him in the stander and played a game. He enjoyed it so much!
After work on Thursday I played chess with Dion and baked bread! It turned out great! I devoured so much that I couldn’t eat my dinner. After dinner I went with Rocky to play indoor soccer with a lot of the other PTs. I’ve never been good at soccer and I don’t know what happened but halfway through the hour long match something clicked and I scored 12 goals in 40 minutes. And 5 in a row! It felt great! (of course I couldn’t have done most of them without Sadly’s assists). Look how red I am compared to everyone else.
Today (Friday), I crunched numbers again and I shared bread with everyone in the PT department. Rocky said it wasn’t sweet enough. These Indonesians don’t think bread is good unless it tastes like a doughnut. Opung came and I gave her some. Another patient tried it too:
And I have spent all afternoon working on my PT application and writing up this blog post.
Tomorrow I only work from 8 to 12 and then I will Skype the most wonderful girl in the world.
Please keep praying for me! Pray for my health. Pray for my application to PT school. Pray for my mood and for my walk with the Lord. Pray that I don’t worry about the future.
Thank you all of reading my blog!
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