Wednesday, December 30, 2009

I'm Not Sick

Word has reached me, through my sister, that my mom suspects I might be sick since I haven't posted lately. Mom: Never fear -- I'm not sick, just busy giving and grading finals.

My teammate, however, is not so lucky. On Christmas, she thought she was coming down with a bad cold. By the time she woke up the next day, she was dizzy, achy, and had a low fever. She called our foreign affairs officer, who arranged for an ambulance to come pick her up because she was too dizzy to walk out and get a cab to the hospital/clinic. Now, when you think "ambulance," you perhaps are picturing a shiny, siren-y vehicle stocked with medical supplies and a couple of uniformed EMTs. Let me disabuse you of that notion.

The ambulance that came was a dingy white, and there was no stretcher in sight. The back had a thin blue mattress on the floor for the patient, with a bench beside it where we sat. It was staffed by two or three people wearing facemasks, one of whom drove the vehicle while the nurse sat in the back ignoring us, except for telling Lisa that the "pillow" she was laying on was actually an oxygen tank and she should stop laying on it. I saw no other first aid or medical equipment. We made our bumpy way through Qufu with no siren but making liberal use of the horn, which did nothing whatsoever to speed along the pedestrians, bicyclists, and other vehicles in our path.

The hospital visit was quite efficient. We went to a small office where a doctor asked some questions and arranged for Lisa to get a blood test and a chest X-ray. In order to do this, you take some little slips of paper from the doctor and go to the various places in the hospital to get the test, and then take the completed slips back to the doctor. She (the doctor) decided that Lisa most likely had the flu and prescribed some medicine, after which our foreign affairs officer drove us home.

In honor of this adventure, I give you the bottom 3 and top 3 things about my first glimpse at healthcare in Qufu.

Bottom 3:
-Facilities. The ambulance left much to be desired. The clinic/hospital was dirty and there wasn't much to it.
-Hygiene. I didn't see a single person wearing gloves or washing their hands, even the tech who did the blood test.
-Language. I can't blame China for this, but doing healthcare through an interpreter isn't ideal.

Top 3:
-Efficiency. My teammate had a doctor visit, a blood test, and a chest X-ray, without having to wait more than 10 minutes for any of it.
-Cost. Total pricetag for all of the above was 35 yuan (about $5.25). The medicine was more expensive (about $40).
-Result. This is most likely not true for every ailment, but the medicine and advice that my teammate got seem to be working. She's feeling better.

In addition, our foreign affairs officer (FAO) and her assistant were AWESOME. They dropped everything to come with us and stayed with Lisa the whole time, helping interpret and arrange things for her. At the end of the visit, our FAO returned to the wedding luncheon she was hosting for friends from out of town, which she had left for over 2 hours to help us. In China, sometimes it's frustrating to have so many people over you telling you what to do, but the flip side is that they are also responsible for taking care of you. At our university, we have a good relationship with the people over us, and we are well taken care of.

Friday, December 25, 2009

My Gift to You

Dear blog readers,

I have decided to give you Chinglish for Christmas. Please enjoy this picture of "Melody Fashion Melody Boy," a student giving a nunchuck performance at a recent student event I attended.

Thanks so much for your readership, comments, and interest in my life in the Middle Kingdom.

Sincerely,
Alison (Chinglish aficionado)

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

In the last day or two, Christmas decorations have started popping up everywhere. I went to the department store today, only to be greeted by a big "Merry Christmas" sign and a little Santa display outside. Inside, I saw another Santa display in the entry. Please, PLEASE pay attention to the little marshmallow toddler with his mother. The Chinese sure know how to bundle babies! As I shopped, there were little fake trees every 20 or 30 feet, and all the employees were wearing Santa hats. I saw a couple clerks blowing up some neon-colored balloons to add to the decor.

At the market, a special stand has been set up to wrap apples in pretty plastic to give to your friends. Apparently the word for "Christmas Eve" in Chinese is "Ping An Ye," which sounds like the Chinese for apple: "ping guo." So it has become a recent fad to give apples for Christmas -- I've gotten 2 so far.

Let me tell you, it is truly a surreal experience to wander through a Chinese department store practically tripping over tacky Christmas decorations while Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is you" tickles your eardrums. It made me laugh, and it was fun to know I'm not the only one celebrating the holiday this weekend. On the other hand, it is sad to see a culture borrow almost everything about Christmas, from consumerism to Mariah to artificial trees, but not borrow the one thing that is supremely worth celebrating. Americans may be slowly forgetting our awe and gratefulness for the Word made flesh, but many of the people here who so glibly offer their "Merry Christmas" wishes have never heard about Jesus in the first place.

Friends, "the people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned." So let's rejoice.

Merry Christmas from Qufu!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas is Coming

Today I taught my last class of the semester. Finals are next week. If I close my eyes and conveniently forget the stacks of grading I have to do, I can almost believe I'm on break already.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the next day is Christmas. I'm excited! Although I live in a mostly secular country, Christmas festivities are still not lacking:

Sunday was the "Fair Ladies' Club" Christmas party, complete with balloon-bedecked fake Christmas tree.
Tonight was a holiday banquet hosted by the university president to thank the foreign teachers from our two campuses.
Tomorrow I will sup with my teammates (sup! hehehe), and then we'll take a cab across town to check out the church's service.
Christmas day we will gorge ourselves on Christmas brunch and calls to America.
The next day, we're having a potluck for all the foreign teachers in the building.

I love Christmas! And having a couple packages from home makes it even better -- Thanks to my family, friends, and Trinity!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Friday After Class

When I walked home from class yesterday, the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining like it meant it. I found myself behind this colorful foursome. They're walking to their dorms with the lunch they just purchased from the cafeteria -- see the plastic bags filled with rice and veggies?

I wanted street food for lunch, so I walked out the north gate and saw an older guy adjusting his wares for the noon-time rush. He's selling candied haws, which are haws with a super-sweet brittle coating. They are popular with the students even though many of them say they don't like foods that are too sweet. On a few occasions, students have bought them for me. I usually take a few polite nibbles and hope they don't notice I'm not really eating it.

One stand I often buy food from is the little window that sells Chinese McMuffins (my name for them). They fry up an egg, some shredded potatoes, some vegetables, some spice, and sometimes some meat, and then stuff it in a flat, round bread. If you come to China, we'll go out and get some of these for a quick meal. I'm not sure why the workers are in camouflage.

I decided to try something new, so I stopped to watch this couple frying up a mess of green veggies, carrots, lettuce, and egg. When the filling was done, they put it between two big flat sheets that looked like tortillas and rolled it like a burrito. I will henceforth call this creation the "Chinarito," or perhaps the "Churrito." I didn't like it all that much, but it was a lot of food for a small price.

The last picture shows my lunch: Churrito as the entree and Twisty Goodness for dessert. It was nice to walk into my warm apartment and enjoy a ready-made meal after my crisp, sunshiny walk home from class.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

He's alive!

The formerly headless Joseph featured in my nativity scene has made a stunning recovery thanks to my cute Chinese tutor, who fished some glue out of her bag after our last lesson and went to work.

Going to Market

One of the best things about living at Qufu Normal University is going to market. You can get fresh produce, bread, meat, eggs, or street food any day of the week just by walking the three minutes to the north gate. (For an even larger market, walk the half-mile around campus to the former east gate.) This is quite a treat compared to living in Iowa City, where the farmers' market only runs for a few hours each week and only in the summer and fall.

The other day, I was so pleased with my purchases from the market and from the grocery store on campus that I decided to take a picture for you. I got...
2 pears
2 loaves of bread
3 rolls of TP
4 onions
2 peppers
1 bunch of cilantro
6 tomatoes
7 bananas
2 cartons of milk
1 jar of mayonnaise
2 loaves of bread
1 bottle of date-flavored yogurt (yum)
1 box of orange juice
8 eggs
...all for about 25 minutes and a price tag of 70 RMB, or just a little over $10. And that's from the north market, which is the more expensive one. Life in Qufu has its perks. :)

Monday, December 14, 2009

"20 years from now...

...you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

(Often attributed to Mark Twain)