Working in a remote location has many challenges, one of
them being how to stay healthy. It is something I attack from many angles.
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| Local cuisine: fish |
First there is the problem of dehydration. I work less than
eight degrees from the equator, at sea level. Life is hot and sweaty, and I
sweat a lot. This means I have to be constantly diligent about remaining
hydrated. This is more than a question of drinking at least 3L of water a day,
as salts become an issue with sweating. As I am aware of this, I add far more
salt to my meals than I do elsewhere, plus I have vegemite with lunch every
day. Vegemite is a tasty way to have my daily salt lick.
Also on the dietary front is the limited diet with not much
fresh fruit. My friends who are doctors at the local hospital have commented to
me on numerous occasions of the poor nutrition in the area and what that means
for health. I bring with me a lot of my own food, which helps to combat this
problem. I dehydrate fruit and meat to supplement my diet. I also take
multi-vitamins to further boost my system. My favourite multi-vitamins are not
synthetic, but are achieved by sprouting dried mung beans so that they are fresh,
crunchy, yummy and nutritious snacks. Strengthening my system to help me fight
disease and infection is particularly important in a remote location.
I am constantly aware of the possibility of infections and
my distance from help. Australians will be familiar with the story of the
asylum seeker who died from complications from an infected wound. For wounds to
do this is a sad reality of life in a tropical developing country and is the
reason I fight sources of infection however possible. I use hand sanitiser on a
regular basis and attack any and all scratches and bites with tea tree
ointment. The soap I use when I wash each day is anti-bacterial. Still,
sometimes a bite will get infected and even with lots of careful wound cleaning
and care, I am not winning. Then it is time to speak with a medical person,
either at the local hospitals where my friends are, or via radio with our base
in the Highlands, and attack with antibiotics instead.
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| Local cuisine: sago |
Bugs and the diseases they bring are another problem. At
night I sleep under a mosquito net, when outside my net I wear some sort of insect
repellent. Sometimes I burn mosquito coils or sandalwood incense sticks to
drive the bugs out of the house, but as these things give me a headache I do it
rarely. In wet season, when mosquitoes are more prolific, I take
anti-malarials. During the dry season I give my body a break from those drugs.
All year I travel with malaria rapid tests and a course of treatment drugs. The
rapid tests have one major flaw: I’m not very good at hurting myself on
purpose. It is a very good thing that self harm is not my strong point, until I
need to prick my finger deeply enough to draw blood.
Getting enough rest is also part of staying healthy. Life on
the coast is hot and exhausting. Having a siesta rather than pushing myself in
the hottest part of the day helps me to remain well.
The biggest health challenge for my area is tuberculosis, or
TB. It is everywhere and it is spreading. Although my doctor friends do their
best, they are fighting a battle that is much bigger than them. Living in that
environment and hearing the stories from the hospitals, it is something I
actively seek to avoid. Having my own house gives me a big safety margin, as I
am not breathing in others air all day. Having better nutrition and being
generally healthy means I am less likely to succumb. Being alert to TB means
that should it ever get hold of me, I would be likely to catch it early and
treat it successfully. Still, I hope to never be in that
situation.
Maintaining my physical health while in the village requires
planning, vigilance and an acceptance that things do not always go to plan. It
means being willing to recognise when I am unwell and to go for help. It means
thanking God for the good health I have had so far.
PS As per usual, I left writing my blog until the last minute before I went to the village. I wrote enough posts for one-a-week for the first half of my time away, hoping that I'd write more in the village and be in a place with internet to post them before the second half of my stay. If my blog is quiet from now until late March, you know that did not happen!
