Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Last day at the lab!

Its Carnival Saturday, Im reviewing some new cases just out of curiosity as Im wrapping up things at the lab today since the week of Carnival is a virtual shut down of all operations in Trinidad.  Sherwin, our lab technologist whos been trying to perfect the labs Giemsa stain just stopped by for a chat about it.  Dr. Greaves couldnt see neutrophillic granules on bone marrow smears, but now I think I see a few (yay methanol fixation!).  We talked about writing an SOP so the conditions dont change then having the lab director, Dr. Greaves sign it and have it in a folder in the lab so that when another lab technologist comes on board we wont have to reinvent the wheel.  Productive morning so far.  Dr. Greaves is taking me out to lunch as a thank you for the last two weeks of work so Im using his office while he wraps up some grossing.

Slide session #2 at the hospital

Yesterday, I went to a hospital about 1.5 hours away from the lab and sat in 2.5 hours of traffic to get there, in rain with very little gas thus no air conditioner.  I was a soaked sweaty mess of a human walking into the Department of Pathology in San Fernando (a teaching hospital in Trinidad and Tobago), with surgeons, surgery residents, pathologists and pathology residents waiting.  I was 30 minutes late for a slide session that was scheduled at 10am and had to be back up to Dr. Greaves lab for another talk on molecular pathology by 1pm.  Of days Ive had so far in Trinidad yesterday was my most exhausting but perhaps my most rewarding.  It rains for 3 hours straight here at a time by the way, and then the sun comes out, the birds sing etc etc  But it rains and it rains hard, and it floods and people just stop on highways for no other reason than just to stop their cars.  Vent over.  My talk in San Fernando went well I think, I couldnt answer a few of the questions.  

Because I had to, the parking lot at the teaching hospital,
parking skills are a must..

The level of sophistication despite their resource restriction at the government hospital still amazes me.  Again, as I said in the first post, this has to be one of the most fulfilling experiences Ive had career-wise so far.

Im going to spend next week Monday and Tuesday in Trinidad playing CarnivalPlaying Carnival means putting on a costume and dancing in the streets.  Ill be with my sister, her friends and my best friend from high school.  I play in a band called Bliss (incredibly appropriate) on Monday and Tuesday.  But, before all that, Im going to (voluntarily) wake up at 3am, put on the oldest t-shirt and shorts I own and go get (again, voluntarily) smothered with mud to ring in the actual Carnival celebration.  That festival is called Jouvert (the opening). 

Steelpan (Trinidad's national instrument) rehearsals
for the big competition (Panorama).
The Carnival tradition began with French settlers in Trinidad, its akin to Mardi Gras in New Orleans.  Its a release of the flesh of sorts, a sinning time before the cleansing and penance of Ash Wednesday and Lent.  The history of it all is quite interesting in Trinidad.  Prior to 1880 or thereabouts, only the aristocrats (the bourgeois) could play Carnival on Monday and Tuesday.  In Trinidad at the time, it meant the whites.  Then came the Canboulay riots.  Freed slaves wanted to participate in the celebration of mas and werent allowed to do so.  In 1880, they burnt sugar canes (hence cannes brûlées' into Canboulay - Trinidad was once a French colony so French patois words still persist) and protested in the streets for their right to play.  And play they did.  Carnival became a unifying celebration of the races and classes, where there was dancing in the streets for two days, begun by Jouvert and ended by last lap on Tuesday.  It is an expression of the culture, the country and the people.  Your salary, your nationality, your skin color and your dance is inconsequential, as long as you have a good vibe, yuh in ting (Trinidadian for: youre all set).

I clearly paused the blog writing to play mas and am finishing this up back in the cold that is Boston.  I had quite the time dancing in the streets, working in the lab, teaching the residents and everything in between.  Im a little sad to have left.  In Trinidadian lingo, I have a little bit of a tabanca but in some ways Im also glad to be back to continue the collaboration, the inspiration and the good vibe.

Edible arrangement from the lab, a welcome back to the cold
from my new friends in Trinidad.

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