July 15th, 2018
My mind in beginning the week at Accra Ridge Hospital was set to take my passion for maternal and infant health from a different angle. I had spent the previous week solely involved in all things nutrition, I decided that it would be interesting to begin my week in the Maternal High-Dependency Unit. We arrived on time to sit in the 8AM meeting, which consisted of chart-filled slide shows, decision-making on old and new cases, prayer and inside jokes. After the meeting, I witnessed the doctors take cases on pre-clampsia, post C-section complications, and iron-deficiency — which I was familiar with from class lectures. During the review of each case, the doctor would engage us in conversations regarding treatment, and it came to be that all of my answers were either nutritional-based or that I was looking for the nutritional answer. I soon realized that I wasn’t going to get the information that I wanted out of this day as planned. I began to see blood, shots, and even a miscarriage, which I couldn’t handle. I appreciate doctors for being able to handle even the messiest and toughest cases that come their way. My gift, however, is elsewhere.
It’s rather interesting, that such a great occupation can be so wrong for you, and this is a concept that I’ve tried explaining to my parents, who have always aspired for their only daughter to be a medical doctor. I’m glad that I was able to get a little taste of what a day could look like in that profession. The moment that I entered the dietitian container, which was a small office outside, next to the children’s welfare clinic, I immediately knew I was home. I got so much out of those two days and wished I even spent the whole week there. One of the interns gave me links almost every eBook he had, mostly on nutrition and then two about Jesus. He inspired me to join the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics, which I should have done a long time ago. He is not only a member all the way from Ghana, but he attends webinars and reads the books they recommend. He sat down with us and introduced us to the Ghanaian diet and how he goes about advising modifications. This is what I love— being specific to someone’s culture in order to help them effectively. I posted a picture of a guide he gave me to my instagram, and I received so much feedback. Africans living in America needs to be counseled specific to their own diet, and the same goes for other cultures living in foreign countries. I have this new zeal and good ground to act on when returning home. I thank God for the experience and the friendships I’ve made in both hospitals. The students at Accra Ridge ended off our last day making sweet banana smoothies, which is something they haven’t done before. I think it’s safe to say that we saved the best for last!
Alexis Adaure Nosiri
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