March 23
After a few weeks off of volunteering because I was in Italy, it was good to be back at Casa Juan Diego. When I first arrived, there was actually a bit of a confrontation. Another one of the volunteers and I arrived at the same time, and we walked into the clinic to set up, as the lady in charge began taking information from the people in line. One woman in the line started yelling at us very aggressively in Spanish--it was a little bit scary because I had no idea what she was saying. It turns out that she was telling us not to cut in line because she thought that we were at the clinic for treatment. At first I was kind of offended because she had been so rude, but then I realized that it was actually kind of sad because it demonstrated how truly desperate for healthcare she was.
This ordeal also served as a reminder of the situations that people come from. I have always had access to healthcare and a way to pay for it, but when I am a doctor it will be important to remember how little some people have, but that they also need to be cared for.
The rest of the morning was relatively uneventful. There was not too much for me to do, which always makes me feel kind of bad because I can't help more since I do not speak Spanish.
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