MMI - Part 1

OK, I want to start by apologizing for my abscence, but -hey- I was away. Seriously, I was taking a trip alongside a medical brigade: the Medical Ministry International (they insist on calling it just MMI) around Copan, going from ice-cold Santa Rosa to ice-colder Dolores to SPS-hot San Jose.

Next here is a brief description of the pals I was working with (during the first week):

• Tim Cooper: The boss. Has a funny bone, but rarely uses it at work.
• Rachael Sisney: Probably the second-to-least photogenic person I'll ever meet (big sis is in 1st place)
• Karen Zanin: Had no trouble asking way-too-personal stuff. Taught me how to say pee (pass your water) and poop (move your bowel) in medical language.
• Alex Marotte: The most serious guy I've worked with (well, besides Tim) The one guy who taught me how smoking would screw up your future (via loss of genitalia)
• Robert 'Bob' Sevenich, Sr: Really good with kids, despite his age.
• Robert 'Bob' Sevenich, Jr: Really bad with kids, despite his age.

I tell ya, It was a nice experience, having gone completely alone (I'm starting to learn how to become independent) and hanging out with old friends. You know, the hardest part of the whole brigade was probably when we were setting up.

Keep staring if you want, but that's not Justin.

Setting up is basically dividing the pharmacy away from the rest of the clinic, and then there's sorting of vitamins. And for that, we have what we all know as -you guessed it- pharmacists!

Told ya she wasn't photogenic...

My favorite section of the facility was on the outside, where self-proclaimed twins Jane and Shanon hosted a playground for the children in town.

Jane is on the left, Shanon on the right.

For some reason, I can't go on into the story of my first week, but I leave you with this list of people I met. No, one of them is NOT Justin.