By The Gypsy Nurse

July 18, 2015

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New Requirements for the Travel Nurse

We recently polled our sponsor companies to see about a rumor of new credentialing requirements for college transcripts. We were shocked to learn that this is truly becoming a new requirement
for travel nurses for many hospitals.

Travel Nursing is an ever-changing field, just as nursing in general is. There are constant changes in our industry and it’s up to us to make certain that we have the most up to date information available.

These are views on the new requirements for the Travel Nurse:

Mike Spies, Client Manager at Atlas Medstaff states that “The places that do ask for these (transcripts) normally want it mailed directly from the school. It is just so rare. Hopefully, the recruiter will be aware when they are submitting you for a position if the hospital will need that. It is good to have a copy of your transcript though, just in case.” He further reports that “I would add that not all facilities are uniform. You will find facilities that will just take what’s on the background check, some will take the transcript directly from the nurse, and others that do require a transcript will only take it directly mailed from the school. The recruiter should have all the requirements that the facility requires for compliance and present them to the nurse.

Scott Smith, Recruiting Team Leader at Tailored Healthcare staffing states “We are starting to see more and more facilities requiring them. If you have a copy of your diploma, that will typically work, but if you don’t have it, they’ll ask for official transcripts.”

Julie Cerbone at Cross Country denies that she has run across requests for transcripts but reports that “some hospitals are asking for diplomas now.”

Travel Nurse, Jackie Gray reports that Banner Hospital System is requesting transcripts as well as an undisclosed hospital in Lancaster, OH.

Lissa Harris-Soto at Century Health concludes that we may “start to see the trend eventually hit nationwide as hospitals go through their lab accreditation renewals” She further reports that the requirement “is for units that do POC testing. Which includes ER, Cath Lab, and L&D. This is for facilities that have inhouse labs that are accredited by governing agencies.” Traveler, Shelly Coto Grecco backs up Lisa’s report by stating that “I needed transcript or diploma for documentation purposes to run ISTAT’s and POC testing for a CA hospital. Does not need to be official or sealed.”

No one, including recruiters, wants additional paperwork. Different facilities and different states have different requirements. Travel companies, recruiters, and nurses have to jump through the hoops imposed by the facilities. So my advice is to get a copy of both officially sealed transcripts as well as your nursing diploma for your records and add to your profile so you can easily access it to send to your agency.

By Lori Boggan

May 8, 2015

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A Nurse in Sweden

How it all began……

Hi there!  My name is Lori.  I’m a neonatal nurse in Sweden who began traveling over eight years ago.  For my first contract, I stayed close to home in Florida (as some travelers do) to test the waters.  After my first thirteen-week contract was complete, I headed to San Francisco.  In the eight years and many miles since, I have somewhat rooted myself in a country known for gender equality, meatballs, and Aurora Borealis.

I moved to be a nurse in Sweden five years ago in August.  It has been both challenging and amazing.  You learn so much about yourself when you step completely out of your comfort zone, learn a new language, eat new food, and experience new traditions.  From finding baking powder (bakpulver) in the grocery store to learning to calculate exchange rates, the brain is on overdrive trying to absorb and register all the new experiences that we take for granted when we are in our own environment.  There are days where it is super exciting and there are days when you want to pack your bags and go home out of sheer longing for the familiar.

Sverige (Sweden)

What brought me to Sweden?  I get this question often from both Americans and Swedes alike.  It was love.  My boyfriend, Fredrik, is Swedish.  We met while I was on a travel assignment in San Francisco and he was working at a startup in Silicon Valley (engineers galore for any single travelers out there).  Neither of us planned to stay permanently in California and had no idea that when we met, we would be inseparable.  Just shy of our third year together, we packed our things and headed east.  I was lucky to get a temporary work and study visa on arrival because Fredrik is a citizen of Sweden.

I live in the second-largest city in Sweden, Gothenburg.

  •  It is a beautiful walkable city on the south-west coast with a population of over 900,00 including both urban and metro areas (Gothenburg).
  • Was a trading city that also has a rich history of fishing.
  • Is home to and the birthplace of Volvo.
  • It has two major universities.  

Culturally, Gothenburg claims Jose Gonzalez as one of their own!  It is the Seattle of Sweden.  Can you sense the pride I feel living in this city?

I spent the first year I was here studying Swedish intensively at the University of Gothenburg.  After fulfilling the language requirement, I started studying for my Swedish nursing boards which were a written exam (in Swedish).  By May 2013, I had taken and passed my boards!!  All that was left was a three and half month internship in the Swedish medical system followed by a little one-semester course in medical Swedish law (nightmare).

I started working and actually getting a paycheck just over a year ago 🙂

 I work in the second largest NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) in Sweden.  It is a university hospital (Sahlgrenska University Hospital).  Like the U.S., they are short-staffed (more on that soon), so I am able to work contractually and go home when I want.  I am surrounded by some of the brightest doctors, nurses, and techs from around the world.  While it is super challenging thinking, speaking, and charting in Swedish (especially in an emergent situation), I have the constant support and encouragement from a great group of coworkers.  Now on to the next adventure……….my Swedish BSN!!!!  Follow my adventures on Instagram and through my blog, Neonurse.

By The Gypsy Nurse

April 5, 2015

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Why Nursing Is Still a Great Career Choice for Women

Historically, nursing has been considered a great career choice for women not just because it’s respected and well-paid, but because the career path has been a relatively easy one. During the early and mid-20th century, nurses received two to three years of training through either hospital-administered programs or the military; later, community colleges began to offer two-year nursing degrees or ADNs. Even today, many nurses take advantage of the two-year ADN path to becoming a registered nurse (RN).

But the basic requirements to enter the nursing career are getting tighter. Many hospitals are phasing out licensed practical nurses, or LPNs, nursing professionals who don’t have a college education of any kind. They’re also requiring RNs to earn at least a Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN). While LPNs and RNs with ADNs will still be able to work in non-hospital settings, the highest-paying jobs with the most room for advancement are to be found in hospitals. The good news is that nursing has not stopped becoming a great career option for women; for those who are willing to spend a few more years in nursing school, nursing still offers a high salary, plenty of opportunities, and a flexible work schedule.

Opportunities for Well-Trained Nurses Abound

It’s true that nursing isn’t as easy to get into as it once was. According to the Wall Street Journal, it’s harder than ever for nurses without BSNs to get hospital jobs, and there are few opportunities for nurses to advance outside of hospitals. Nevertheless, if you’re a nurse with a BSN or an MSN, you’ll find plenty of opportunities.

Registered nurses still command a healthy salary of $65,470 a year, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. That’s enough for a single mother to support her family on her own, or for a married woman to contribute to the household finances and enjoy some degree of economic independence. Over the next decade, the health care industry is expected to add 526,800 new registered nursing jobs, and if you go ahead and spend the extra time to earn a BSN, you’ll qualify for all future nurse job openings.

For nurse specialists, the news is even better. When you earn an advanced degree in nursing, you’ll be qualified to become a nurse midwife, nurse anesthetist, or nurse practitioner. These positions are compensated at an average of $96,460 a year and the Bureau of Labor Statistics expects 31 percent job growth over the next 10 years. For women who want a well-paying job with lots of room for advancement and a great job outlook, a nurse specialist position is the way to go. An MSN will open doors to these positions, or you can earn a Doctor of Nursing Practice and maximize your potential for advancement and job security in a field that offers the flexibility modern women need. With a DNP, you can even transition into a nurse educator role later in your career, and help to educate the next generation of young nurses.

Nursing Offers Flexibility and Endless Opportunities

Many women need a career that allows them to support their families both financially and emotionally. Nursing salaries are high enough that, even as a registered nurse, you can pay the bills and keep your family comfortable, whether you’re a single mother or a partnered one. You’ll be able to choose to work days, weekends, or nights. You can even work three 12-hour shifts and have a four-day weekend every week. When you choose nursing as a career, you’ll have plenty of time to spend with your family.

Nursing also offers plenty of opportunities around the country and the world. No matter where you go in the United States, you’ll be able to find a job. You could even work overseas, or give back by helping the homeless or working with an organization like Doctors Without Borders. You could become a travel nurse and see the country or the world. You’ll have the skills to care for ailing family members and to protect your own health. You can choose a quiet, relaxed work environment, such as in a nursing home, or a fast-paced, hectic work environment, such as in a hospital emergency department. No matter what you want from your career, nursing can give it to you.

Since the nursing profession first emerged, it’s been considered an ideal way for young women to earn a living. Today, nursing offers women more opportunities than ever. Choose a career that offers independence, respect, flexibility, a high salary, and a chance to challenge yourself and grow professionally and personally — choose nursing.

By The Gypsy Nurse

October 14, 2014

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A Travel Nurse Volunteer in Cambodia

The following was contributed by Kaitlin, a Travel Nurse volunteer in Cambodia. She recently completed a volunteer medical trip to Cambodia and shares some highlights of her experience below.  If you have a volunteer trip that you would like to share, please send us an email!

About Kaitlin

“I’m from St. Petersburg, Florida and have been working as an ICU nurse for a number of years. I recently took up travel nursing this year to see more the country and schedule time off to volunteer abroad. I’m currently residing in Scottsdale, Arizona.”– Kaitlin Shanklin RN, BSN, CCRN

We’ve all experienced burnout in the nursing field, even if we switch specialties and take a vacation. For me, nursing in the states started becoming very corporate, and I was taking care of patients and families who were self-entitled and always right, leaving me with little autonomy and emotionally exhausted.I love nursing. I love the opportunities that nursing has given me. I love the patient care. I love learning about someone else’s life. I love watching my critical patients come back 1 year later to thank me. Nursing is a beautiful career, and I couldn’t picture myself doing much of anything else. But after five years at the bedside, I decided to take my nursing abroad. I decided to be a travel nurse volunteer. International Medical Relief is an organization that I stumbled upon while looking to vacation in Thailand. I decided to base my vacation in Southeast Asia and end it with a medical mission to Cambodia. I put down my deposit and gathered donations for my big trip. A year later, in September 2014, I found myself traveling throughout Thailand and Cambodia with a friend for 2 weeks, and then I was solo for about a week while I waited to meet up with everyone from the mission.

Who is International Medical Relief?

International Medical Relief partners up with the Song Saa Foundation, a part of Song Saa Private Island in Cambodia. The Song Saa Foundation assists several villages of the Koh Rong Islands with environmental restoration and education. International Medical Relief is one of the first medical teams to come to these islands to assist these villages with medical care. Each day we would bring around 15 suitcases packed full of medical supplies to a boat & ride to a village, unpack, and start our day. International Medical Relief is there to provide medicine and care and educate the population on oral health care, hand washing & women’s health, a focus for this current mission. Public health education is one of the most important things International Medical Relief brings to the table. The most common problems encountered as volunteers on these islands consisted of arthritic type pain, malnutrition, oral decay, high blood pressure, and dehydration. We saw a handful of HIV positive adults and children, scabies, fungal rashes, bacterial vaginitis, and burns. 

Promoting Education

The people that come to the clinic to seek a check-up all left with a multivitamin or something as simple as Ibuprofen or Tylenol, and you know what? They were so incredibly thankful. We taught the children how to wash their hands properly, drink more water, and brush their teeth. We taught women about safe sex and provided condoms. 

Any serious issues encountered went to our wonderful doctor. It was hot, and I was sweaty, but we are all so busy assisting the village people that it’s amazing how quickly you don’t care anymore and how the entire experience changes you. The children are adorable, the adults are thankful & I am in awe at their impact on these people’s lives.
 

This trip changed me.

It made me less materialistic & brought back my empathy as a burnt-out nurse. It had changed my course of life to changing my masters from anesthesia to public health/ NP with international studies included. But not until I go back to Cambodia and make a bigger difference in April.
 
 Just remember what Brad Pitt said;

“Let us be the ones who say we do not accept that a child dies every three seconds simply because he does not have the drugs you and I have. Let us be the ones to say we are not satisfied that your place of birth determines your right for life. Let us be outraged, let us be loud, let us be bold.”

Until next time…

If you are interested in more travel Nurse volunteer stories, please check out the recent Travel Nurse in Liberia series.  Again, if you would like to share your volunteer experiences, please send us an email!

By The Gypsy Nurse

September 9, 2014

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Remembering September 11 -A Look Back

Where were you? Remembering September 11 – A Look Back

I was sitting in my kitchen, feeding my daughter breakfast in her highchair; it was about 8:50 in the morning, September 11, 2001. The TV was on, playing a childs program I can not even remember now. The phone rang and it was my husband; he asked if I had the TV on. I said, “yes, why?” He was working for a construction company, as a crane rigger, building the new parking garage at Norfolk International Airport, in Norfolk, Virginia where we live. He told me to turn on the news, he didn’t know what was going on but it was crazy there. I turned on the television to the local news and my stomach sank. Terrorists had flown airplanes into The World Trade Center in New York City. I was glued to the television watching the events unfold. It was tragic and also very personal for me.

At the time I was a Reservation Agent for American Airlines in their local office in Norfolk. I was scheduled that day off, like every Tuesday and Wednesday. I honestly can’t remember if I knew right away if any of the planes were my airline. I watched for what seemed like hours, but it wasn’t. It was long enough to witness the first tower fall, and the chaos in the streets. People running, the clouds of dust and debris rising up and barreling down the streets, as if chasing those fleeing.

My telephone rang again. It was my team Supervisor calling me in to man the phones. The call queue was over 300 holding. Families, friends and the curious were calling. I called my babysitter, and made arrangements to bring my daughter to her. I threw on some jeans and shirt, threw my hair in a baseball hat, packed my daughter’s diaper bag and left a note for my husband ( no cell phones yet).

I got to work about 10:45am. The call queue was well over 400 by this point. I got to a desk, plugged in my headset, logged into my computer to go live and instantly I heard the beep in my ear signaling that I was getting a call. My computer screen came up blank, where usually it had the existing reservation information, or the route they wished to travel. I was not prepared for this. Not mentally, nor emotionally. I had just lost my grandfather the day before and was supposed to be leaving to travel to my grandmother’s in Northern Virginia, with my mom and my daughter. Emotionally I was already in pieces. We usually answer our line with “Thank you for calling American Airlines, my name is Michelle, where are you traveling to?” I couldn’t say that, I just couldn’t. I simply said, “Thank you for calling American Airlines, my name is Michelle….” and I almost stuttered saying my own name.

Some of the voices I heard were panicked. They wanted answers, and information that I could not give them. Some calls were the curious. One call I took- the last one will be forever in my mind. It was a concerned family member of a passenger on Flight 77. The flight that was flown into the Pentagon. They wanted me to confirm whether their loved one was on the plane. How do you do that?? I don’t know. I was unable to deny, nor confirm.

We had been instructed to route those calls straight to our Customer Service desks, where Supervisors were manning the lines. What those callers were told, I am not sure. You could hear crying in the “res center”. Coworkers were breaking down. We all stopped looking at the queue marquee on the walls. I know I never looked at the clock. There was no laughing and whispering across the panels that separated our desks. You didn’t see people standing up to stretch their legs and back while waiting for the next call. The calls were relentless. They just kept coming.

I can not even remember how long I worked that day. But that was the last day that I worked because I was scheduled to be off on Bereavement Leave due to my grandfather’s death. I was leaving the next morning with my mom. Which I did. However, we had no idea that we would have to wait days to lay my grandfather to rest. While waiting I stayed at my grandmother’s where we all were glued to the TV downstairs in the den, on CNN. That is where I found out 3 days later that American Airlines was closing reservations centers. Mine specifically. I found out across the ticker on the bottom of the screen that I was losing my job. No warning from the airlines. Just a ticker that read, “American Airlines to close reservation center in Norfolk, Va”. Too much loss. I lost my grandfather on September 10. Our country lost 2,977 people on September 11.I lost my job on September 14. My job could be replaced….eventually. But the lives of those 2,977 people. They were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, aunts, uncles, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, and children. Passengers, crew, firefighters, police, EMS and others.

September 11: Truly the greatest single tragedy our country has ever experienced.

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By The Gypsy Nurse

August 8, 2014

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A Travel Nurse Volunteer in Liberia: Local Foods

The Gypsy Nurse Volunteering in Liberia with Cross Cultural Care

As you probably already read, The Gypsy Nurse is volunteering in Liberia.  I plan to bring you along with me; virtually and give you a ‘feet on the ground’ accounting of the entire process.

CHECK OUT THE PREVIOUS SEGMENTS OF THIS SERIES IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE AS A TRAVEL NURSE VOLUNTEER IN LIBERIA.

On a Mission for an Authentic African Meal 

Two volunteers arrived unexpectedly on my second night in Monrovia. Sally and Stan. They have been working out at Robertsport for about the past three weeks. Sally is an RN, and Stan is working with C3 to set up a rainwater catch system to increase water availability. The Locals are currently bringing water from the nearby river to the hospital for things like flushing toilets and washing hands.

Sally and Stan were on a mission to find some local food for me for dinner. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not fearful of street food, and I generally seek it out. Sally and Stan are no different.  We ended up sitting on benches along the side of the road and eating with our bowls in our lap. The food was amazing, and fortunately, there were no ‘after-effects’ from the street food.

Food Name:  Cassava Leaves

Summary:  This dish is from the via tribe and happens to be a national favorite of most West Africans. Although cooking methods varies by country, all west Africans love their cassava leaves. In Liberia, it is cooked with assorted meats, onions, hot peppers, and palm oil. It is served with rice.  –
This is one of the dishes that I had for dinner last night.  Mine was served over white rice and had a wonderful flavor.

This is another dish enjoyed last night which is cassava leaves ground in palm butter.  Again with wonderful spices and flavor and served over rice.

Cassava Roots and leaves are utilized for many of the local dishes. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassava: According to the article, cassava contains cyanide and has to be prepared properly to release the cyanide and avoid poisoning. Fortunately, I avoided any cyanide poisoning.

C3 – A Day in the Life of the Volunteer

The MoH here in Liberia has provided financial assistance for C3 to provide the volunteers with assistance to make life in Robertsport just a little easier.  I’m provided with a cook and a cleaner.  Jebba currently fills both roles for me.  She cooks 4 days a week and cleans 3 days a week.

I have to say that although I love having the help, it’s a weird feeling to me to have someone cooking for me. For whatever reason, the cleaning doesn’t bother me; I’m unsure if this is because I’m not at home while she cleans or because this is a service that I’ve paid for in the states. I will say that although having a cook is a bit uncomfortable for me, the food has been amazing, and I’m thrilled to have her. It’s been a wonderful experience to have someone cook local foods for me, and I’ve found that I have enjoyed everything that’s been prepared.

The only thing that is a bit unlikable regarding the food is that there are many bones in the fish.  I’m a bit spoiled as my dad is a fisherman, and he has always filleted the fish and removed all of the bones for me.   The locals eat various fish from the Barracuda that is wonderfully large and meaty  (and my preference) to dried and smoked fish, which tends to have many more bones and much less to my liking.

If you are familiar with Liberian history, the US sent many of our slaves here after being freed in the United States.  Many of Robertsport’s population are descendants of these slave families.  I think because of this, it makes it difficult to have one of them waiting on me.  Let me give you an example:

Jebba comes to the house on Monday through Thursday evenings arriving around 5 pm. I’m usually playing cards with the local children while she cooks.

She then serves my dinner and sits to the side, scraping the bowls and eating from them.  I’ve offered her to sit and eat with me, but the closest she has come is to sit away from the table in one of the chairs instead of on the floor next to the kitchen.  After I finish eating, I generally pack a small amount for lunch the following day and offer Jebba to take the remainder home for her and her family (she has two girls at home that sometimes come with her).

Local dishes that I’ve tried to date include:

  • Cassava and Cassava Greens
  • Potato Greens
  • Eggplant Soup
  • Fish, fish, and some more Fish!  (It’s a fishing community, after all)!

By The Gypsy Nurse

August 3, 2014

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A Travel Nurse Volunteer in Liberia: The Adventure Continues

The Gypsy Nurse is heading to Liberia with Cross-Cultural Care as a travel nurse volunteer

As you probably already read, The Gypsy Nurse is volunteering in Liberia.  I plan to bring you along with me; virtually and give you a ‘feet on the ground’ accounting of the entire process.

Obtaining A Liberian Nursing Permit

I’m waiting for Wilfred, my local contact to arrive for my nursing permit. Wilfred is handling the obtaining of my permit for me today. I’m hoping that he will also be able to assist me with finding some groceries and acclimating to the area of the city where I am.  There are no local addresses so I’m a bit concerned about leaving and finding my way back. Normally, I would just wander out and explore with an address in my pocket to hand to a taxi when I’m ready to come home but without an address, I’m unsure how to proceed.

Just as I’ve typed this out, the neighbor introduces himself; Syed a Lebanese.  He is living and working here doing ‘construction’ somewhere nearby. After our introductions, I ask him about finding a taxi and he offers to come back around 11am and take me to the grocery.  The taxi’s are not good is the best I can understand.

There was some miscommunication between myself and Wilfred.  I thought he was coming to the apartment and he thought that I was coming to his office…. We got it figured out and I ended up taking Syed up on an offer to drive me to the hospital and meet Wilfred at the office.

Side Trip to Immigration

After Wilfred and I tracked down my nursing permit we then headed to the immigration office to pick up another volunteer Visa.  I have to say, if I had been in the immigration office alone, I would have been quite intimidated.  It’s a simple block building with dark stairs, concrete walls, and authoritative desks.  There are very little welcoming features and I imagined what it might be like to be interrogated here….fortunately, the smiling faces of the immigration workers made up for the unwelcoming façade of the building.

Following our jaunt to the immigration office, Wilfred and I enjoyed a great lunch of falafel and shwarma sandwiches at a local ex-pat place.  I’m told that they have a great Friday night ex-pat dance crowd…unfortunately, I’ll be gone on Friday.

By The Gypsy Nurse

May 31, 2014

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A Travel Nurse Volunteer in Liberia: Clean Water

The Gypsy Nurse is heading to Liberia with Cross Cultural Care as a travel nurse volunteer.

As you probably already read, The Gypsy Nurse is volunteering in Liberia.  I plan to bring you along with me; virtually and give you a ‘feet on the ground’ accounting of the entire process.

Check out the PREVIOUS SEGMENTS OF THIS SERIES if you would like to read more about my experience as a Travel Nurse Volunteer in Liberia.

It’s a premium product here: Clean Water

Robertsport is surrounded by water…with Lake Piso (the largest lake in Liberia) feeding into the Atlantic Ocean. However, there is no running water in most of Robertsport.  The locals obtain water for drinking, laundry, cooking and bathing from a local stream.  Although there is a huge lake of water…the lake water isn’t safe due to the lack of sanitation.  I would assume that garbage and sewage permeate its waters.

At the C3 House here in Robertsport, there is a specific system for maintaining clean water for drinking and cooking.  Water is delivered twice weekly from an old UN water storage outside of town. This water is ‘chlorinated’ and utilized for drinking and cooking, dishes and laundry.  It’s delivered on Monday’s and Thursdays; rationing is key.  The local rate for a 5 gallon container of delivered water is $35LD per container. (The current conversion is $85.5LD:$1USD) So, for aprox $2 USD you can fill 10 gallons of water.

The Kuwaa Mission has also been at work at the C3 house

Stan, one of the Board of Directors and volunteers was at the house shortly prior to my arrival and set up a filter system for the C3 residents to be able to filter water.  Water can be brought from the stream above the hospital then filtered to obtain additional clean water for drinking.  Although a bit slow, the filtration process is pretty easy.

Please visit the Kuwaa Mission on Facebook to read more about the work that they are doing in Liberia.

Water Filtration Process 

Note:  Do not filter more than 2 days worth of water at a time, due to safety reasons.

Stan also began to place gutters on the C3 house in order to be able to collect rain water during the rainy season.  Prior to being able to collect rainwater, C3 was paying for water and using the delivered water for washing.

On a Personal Note:

I awoke around 3am on Saturday with a downpour outside.  With water being a primary concern, my first thought upon waking was all the rainwater that was going to waste.  I quickly climbed out of bed and set the collection container beneath the gutter to collect at least some additional water.  When I next awoke at 7:30am, the sun was already shining and the collection container was full.  It’s a process to move the water as I’m not as strong physically as I would like to think.  The process (for me) involves moving the water from the large collection container to a smaller 5 gal bucket then to the bathroom water container which is a 30 gallon plastic can with lid.

Having a new supply of bath water, I felt good about taking a luxurious bucket shower using my fresh rainwater…I’m hoping for additional rain tonight.

By The Gypsy Nurse

May 27, 2014

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A Travel Nurse Volunteer in Liberia: Simple Acts of Kindness

The Gypsy Nurse is heading to Liberia with Cross Cultural Care as a travel nurse volunteer.

As you probably already read, The Gypsy Nurse is volunteering in Liberia.  I plan to bring you along with me; virtually and give you a ‘feet on the ground’ accounting of the entire process.

CHECK OUT THE PREVIOUS SEGMENTS OF THIS SERIES IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE AS A TRAVEL NURSE VOLUNTEER IN LIBERIA.

I’ve arrived in Robertsport….
Lake Piso and the Atlantic Ocean are both able to be seen from my provided housing, and the views are beautiful.  The people I’ve met so far are just as beautiful.

I arrived on a Friday and barely got my things unpacked before the community came out to give me a welcome.  School lets out around noon and the children (upon seeing a new face) all stopped by to say hello on their way home.  At one point, I believe that all the children in Robertsport may have been on my back porch…  All with beautiful smiling faces, although some are very shy. There are several that I can already feel an affinity toward and hope to learn all the names and be able to develop relationships.

Every child that arrived requested water to drink. It’s not advisable to give things to the locals (including water) as it creates a dependency as well as the fact that it’s impossible to provide for everyone. Although necessary, It’s been extremely emotionally difficult to tell multiple small children ‘no’ when they ask for something simple like water.

The reception was almost overwhelming…especially when combined with the heartbreak of having to deny a simple item like water. At one point, I had to retreat to the sanctuary of my room to gather my thoughts and convince myself that I was doing the right thing.

The Sugarplum

I don’t know how to explain the importance that this simple fruit will forever hold for me. After spending the day acclimating to the people, the heat and the local environment a small boy runs up to me while I’m reflecting on the days events. It’s nearing dark. There have been so many small children through that I remember if I’ve seen him before. He holds out his hand and in it is a ripened sugarplum…he wants me to take it. Having been in many developing countries where all the children are trained to ‘sell and beg’ I smile and ask him ‘how much?’, automatically assuming that he is wanting something from me.  He looks at me strangely, saying nothing. I ask again, and he smiles as he lays the sugar plum on the table and runs off in the near darkness.

The wonders of a simple act of kindness…