This one’s for you
Dad. May PDX one day see the light.
Although my town of Huantar has running water (Praise the
Lord), the water is not yet potable.
Everyone has to boil their water before using it. The next improvement would be water
treatment, which means that fluoridation of the water is a long ways away. How then do the young children of Huantar
receive fluoridation treatments, considering that the nearest dentist is about
an hour away, and that’s assuming perfect traveling conditions (Ha.)?
Observe:
On fluoridation days the entire health post turns out to the
elementary school to distribute fluoridation treatments, which consistent of
generic teeth molds, disinfected with 96% alcohol, that are stuffed with
cotton, upon which the pink gel-like fluoride is smeared on. The kids hold them in their mouths, which
quickly become overcome with drool, until it’s time to take them out, at which
point an epic hacking, coughing, and spitting contest begins around the
trashcan.
Did you know that it is perfectly acceptable to spit on the
floor in Perú? Seriously, spit away, no one will bat an eye. And that is why the five second rule does not
exist in Perú.
With the help of several eight- and nine-year-olds I was
able to capture the events of the day.
Besos!
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