Posts Tagged ‘non-Natives’

This year’s first Arctic day seeing patients

October 22, 2017

The one forty-five didn’t show

Perhaps the wind and the snow

Made him think twice

About going out on the ice

Where a fall can be the stop of your go
Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. After 3 months in northern British Columbia, and a month of occasional shifts in northwest Iowa, I have returned to the Arctic. Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

I started in to seeing patients this morning after rounds. The first patient of the day would have presented more difficulties if I didn’t speak Spanish with considerable tolerance for dialectic variation.
I got a chance to write when my 1:45PM patient didn’t show.
In less than 72 hours the weather went from overcast and rainy to snowy, then clear. When snow falls, people become the unwilling slaves to Newton’s 3 laws: A body in motion remains in motion absent external force, a body at rest remains at rest absent external force, and for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Friction can conceal those laws from our consciousness, but put dry powder snow onto black ice, and people slip, slide and fall. And then they come to see me.
The real heart of a medical visit, though, lies in evaluating what the illness means to the patient. And each patient so far today arrived with unique circumstances with a fascinating back story.

Consider the overall Alaska picture.  Natives have seen tremendous change, and many have been engulfed by linguistic upheavals.  In the memory of people younger than me were the trips onto the winter sea ice, camping in igloos to hunt seal with harpoons, using dogs to find the holes in the ice where the seal come to breathe.  Most non-Natives moved here from somewhere else, and each one finds themselves in the middle of a personal odyssey.  Of the small number of non-Natives, born here, most have moved around, a lot.  Each move has its own tale of motivations, losses, and gains.

Those, like me, who keep coming back to the 49th state, have their own epics.  This time I’ve found two people I’ve worked with before in other places on the Alaska coast, and a third is soon to arrive.