September 13, 2015

This Miracle's Name is SILVER

We've had a ton of rain and wind this week. We lost power for over 30 hours. That was tough. Especially the lack of electronics. Cooking in the dark was quite a feat (reminded me of camping) but we have a gas stove...just needed to find the matches. I'm incredibly grateful we still had water. Not having water could've made the challenge intense.

Wednesday, the power was still out but Tymon's business partner Caleb took all of our phones, chargers, laptops, etc over to his in-laws house to charge them up since they had electricity.

After he returned, Jocelyn and I set off on our grand adventure to the city center in Sao Paulo to go to the complex wound center at Hospital Sirio-Libanes. We took a train in from the suburbs (Osasco) where we live and then transferred to the metro. I had my fully charged phone and back up battery charger with me. 

Unfortunately, I used most of my phone's battery trying to figure out where I was when getting out of the metro since side streets weren't labeled well. We ended up circling around the block, on the opposite side of the main road as we should have been on. Then when we had 12 minutes left to get to our appointment, we got into a taxi to take us a kilometer away. I'm pretty sure if we'd known where we were going, we could've walked faster than navigating the one-way streets and lights and heavy traffic, but whatever. We made it.

Grilled panini sandwich at the hospital.
Jocelyn's wound is healing marvelously under the care of Dr. Marcus Ferreira. He's a complex wound care specialist and he speaks English. Last week, after we first saw him, and he cracked a joke about why we left the United states as soon as we got Jocelyn out of the hospital (who were we running from), he advised me to stop doing the alginate dressings which we'd got in the U.S. and to instead do dressings with silver in them.

Silver is the miracle wound healer. After one week of alginate, Jocelyn's egg-sized wound improved some around the edges, but the crater remained. After two days of silver, the crater had lost most of it's depth. We continued with silver as it has shown the fastest progress in healing.

After the hospital visit, we ate our way back to the metro station. Stopped for corn from a street vendor and ice cream from McDonalds. Except we couldn't find our metro stop. So we walked a bit and then took a chance at some stairs leading down under the street. Turns out the train we found is connected to the metro and we were on our way...along with tens of thousands of other travelers. The escalators were shut down. I can only imagine that with so many people it was too dangerous to have them running. The crowd wouldn't have been able to part for all the new people coming down at regular intervals on the escalator.

So, my phone died and though my texts to Tymon about when we'd be back in Osasco appeared to me to have gone through, they didn't. So we waited 35 minutes on the curb of the train station for him to pick us up. It was dark and getting cold. Then I figured if we were going to find our own way home, we should get to that task. It was almost 8:30pm. And I can barely speak any Portuguese. But I think I know the name of our neighborhood. The name of my street is a little harder.

We tried to get a taxi but to no avail. I considered getting on any of the busses I saw...but instead decided to go to a grocery store before continuing our journey. Maybe they would have an outlet I could charge my phone in...or at least some candy to tide us over.

As we were walking toward an entrance to the store, Tymon and Caleb drove by. They stopped in the middle of the street (it was a red light) and picked us up. They hadn't received my messages and I hadn't responded to theirs. They thought that perhaps I'd been mugged and was lying on the street somewhere. So they came looking for us. Without a clue of where we would be after having taken a run around the station and not finding us. Nope, we weren't mugged. I was just annoyed Tymon hadn't seen my texts. And glad to see him. Especially glad for that.

Just to put to rest some of the fears about personal safety I know my family and friends have mentioned to me: I have never felt threatened here. Even in the city. At night. I'm not saying for one moment that crap doesn't happen. It does. But thus far, everyone I've met here has been kind to me.

2 Riveting COMMENTS:

  1. You know the saying, "born with a silver spoon in his mouth"? It's supposed to say s/he was born to a wealthy family, lacking nothing.

    I was told that while the wealth part is true as well, the origins of the phrase are actually connected to good health. That is why it became a popular gift for the newborns. Silver has incredible anti-microbial properties and actually self-sanitizes. That is why a silver spoon was often given as a gift for the newborn to keep the baby healthy.

    Both my girls have their silver spoons. ;-)

    1. Awesome. Maybe I should get some for my children... except we'd need to use them every day, too.


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