Patient care at the forefront of mobile health
I’ve always been lucky. I was born that way, according to my great grandmother, whose wizened face I recall so clearly even now after 50 years, smoking a corn-cob pipe while sitting straight-backed in the middle of her wickiup floor weaving traditional Native American rugs.
We grew up on “western” cattle ranches wearing moccasins, feathered headbands, and carrying around bows and arrows atop our bare-backed ponies, just like in the movies.
So it wasn’t much of a leap for a young adventuresome physician, fresh out of training, to put up his hand when someone from the US Congress offered a job out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In fact, looking back over my life, I’ve always found my hand up whenever an adventure was to be had. Nothing better than a bold undertaking with an uncertain outcome, in my book, to test one’s mettle.
As I recall, it took the first six months to finally relax and re-calibrate my existence to “island tempo”. Thereafter, time simply passed without human notation. On the equator, even Mother Nature refused to delineate time: there was “warm season”, and then there was “rainy, warm season”.
My medical partner, a savvy Papuan trained at Port Moresby, kindly taught me the ropes, including the meaning of “coconut telegraph” and the fact that you could never, ever, expect to do anything without everyone (and their cousins) knowing about it within a minute or so.
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