What a day…
February 25, 2010 Leave a comment
I don’t think I have ever felt such frustration and resent as I have felt today. Right now, I am in Zwedru starting up the new system I have developed for monitoring malaria at this hospital sentinel site. Emotionally exhausted, I can only reflect on the day and I have realized many things about dealing with authority figures in Liberia.
A few days ago, I was emailed by the Zwedru hospital medical director that he would not accept my choice for a supervisor for the sentinel site. I held interviews in Monrovia and chose the most suitable candidate. No suitable candidate came from Zwedru.
I met with the medical director and, at first, I was calm and objective but the fighting began when there became some confusion over who should do the interviewing and where. Zwedru is far and bringing people there can get expensive. At the end, the new sentinel site supervisor was accepted but not without complaints to the donors who I still have to answer to when I get back to Monrovia.
After that exhausting adventure, I made my presentation on the new sentinel site system to the data team. My new system is a shift from the general tallying that occurs in each department, which is an aggregated data describing the activity of the whole hospital, to a patient level data system which shows details of the hospital recorded individually by each patient. The diagram below describes what I am trying to create here:
As you can see, when the patient enters the hospital, the patient record of chart is merged with the patient and follows them through the patient pathway. Once the patient leaves the hospital, the hospital record is usually returned to the records room but in my case, the hospital record passes through the data collection officer who documents all the cases that comes through the hospital. He will document more than just malaria as well, he will record all diseases into an Epi Info Database. This is a middle ground between a paper based system and a full on electronic medical record (EMR). This is something I call a “digital medical ledger” (DML) because the output of this database looks more like a ledger than a real database.
The discussion with the data team was filled with interesting requests for air conditioners and advances training. Clearly, I cannot give them these things but they ask of course. I think Liberians see NGOs as being just big bags of money. It gets frustrating to try to help people who just keep demanding more than they deserve.
To really figure out how to manage paper data, you have to walk through the hospital and look at how their records move. For example, in the Outpatients Department (OPD), the hospital record goes from the records room to the clinician carried by a nurse. The patient gets treated and the record goes to the pharmacy carried by the patient. The pharmacy dispenses the drugs and holds onto the record until it gets picked up by the nurse, returned to the OPD, documented in a giant ledger and then returned to the records room. It is fascinating to see all this information flow happening. I feel a calling in all of this.
So, after all the yelling and screaming, negotiating and refusing, I have come to several conclusions about living here:
- Don’t offer anything until you actually have it – you will be expected to provide it even if you just said it was a potential possibility. Also, don’t start a precedent for anything. The moment you’ve done it once, you will be expected to do it again and again.
- Make your system perfect the first time. Liberians don’t change easily.
- Start your project by dealing with the top most people. Be firm about what you will offer and don’t promise anything. Ever.
- The Liberians will always go back to the main contract to indicate what you have offered.
I think Liberia is making me jaded. I have become quick to distrust people and closed to the gifting economy mentality I had back at home. I understand where I am and how this world works.
I know I will feel more comfortable once the system I am developing has a consistent rhythm and is working perfectly. I inherited some problems and I have to go back and clean things up.
My boss once said “Never lose your sense of humour”. I hope I am not. Regardless, it is always in the last place you look….

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