The presentation yesterday went smoothly and seemed to be well received by the school of nursing faculty and 40 + nurses attending. There were many questions regarding the roles and responsibilities of professional nurses in the United States. As I have often found in my travels...nurses tend have more similarities than differences in their practice.
The hospitals here in Ufa are typically numbered rather than named. For example, Hospital # 10 or Hospital # 21. The one where I presented yesterday was quite modern and large with over 800 patient beds.
While there, I observed their conservative system for T.P. administration. Routinely, you never leave home without it. You bring it along whenever out and about as you can never count on it being available. At the hospital however, a large roll was on the wall as you enter the restroom instead of in the stalls. Makes sense, I guess.
John has taken ill with a "man cold". He is certain that someone in the Orlando airport coughed on him and he is near death. We walked for almost 4 hours this afternoon around the city looking for this and that and found some cough drops, etc. at a pharmacy so hopefully he will have a speedy recovery.
Tonight's meal story included more language difficulty. When walking earlier, we spotted yet another quaint little restaurant with a picture of a pizza outside. Located quite close to our apartment, we decided to slip over late tonight for a slice or two. Once there, no English menu so we start the drill. We each carry English/Russian dictionaries, we are packing iPhones with translators, we believe we have basic Russian speaking skills... but we cannot decipher the menu. No pizza anywhere...
Each of us take a page... soup, starters, beverages, hot meals...I enter 3 Russian symbols for translation and it comes back "DOG". Obviously my mistake, but I am loosing confidence... just then we hear a young businessman at
the last table answer his cell phone..."hello", "I am fine, I am at dinner so I will call you later". John and I look at each other and bolt backwards with our menus. This kind young man and his wife helped us order and explained that the pizza picture was an advertisement...no pizza served...???
*Pictures, finally!
Our guide from museum tour (sorry alittle late)
The hospitals here in Ufa are typically numbered rather than named. For example, Hospital # 10 or Hospital # 21. The one where I presented yesterday was quite modern and large with over 800 patient beds.
While there, I observed their conservative system for T.P. administration. Routinely, you never leave home without it. You bring it along whenever out and about as you can never count on it being available. At the hospital however, a large roll was on the wall as you enter the restroom instead of in the stalls. Makes sense, I guess.
John has taken ill with a "man cold". He is certain that someone in the Orlando airport coughed on him and he is near death. We walked for almost 4 hours this afternoon around the city looking for this and that and found some cough drops, etc. at a pharmacy so hopefully he will have a speedy recovery.
Tonight's meal story included more language difficulty. When walking earlier, we spotted yet another quaint little restaurant with a picture of a pizza outside. Located quite close to our apartment, we decided to slip over late tonight for a slice or two. Once there, no English menu so we start the drill. We each carry English/Russian dictionaries, we are packing iPhones with translators, we believe we have basic Russian speaking skills... but we cannot decipher the menu. No pizza anywhere...
Each of us take a page... soup, starters, beverages, hot meals...I enter 3 Russian symbols for translation and it comes back "DOG". Obviously my mistake, but I am loosing confidence... just then we hear a young businessman at
*Pictures, finally!
Our guide from museum tour (sorry alittle late)
Your comments and descriptions are making it real... especially the "hair fan". Al is happy re dash cam!
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