Hard Times

Dear Friends and Family,

Upon admittance

It has been a tough week here in Al Khobar, my hometown.  My thoughts have been overtaken by concern for Carolyn who continues to struggle with her health.  Since last I wrote, Carolyn has spent three days in the hospital getting antibiotics and fluid through an IV.  Hospitals in Saudi Arabia are much like US hospitals with occasional differences that crop up and startle.  Of course no one speaks English as a native speaker, but everyone...well, almost everyone speaks it well enough that you can finally be understood.  But she had all the tests and precautions you would expect in a modern hospital including a CT scan that revealed a large (2cm) stone in her gallbladder.  She was finally cleared to leave the hospital after three days.  What ensued was more sickness.  Carolyn just hasn’t been herself.  Nothing tastes good and she sleeps or rests almost all the time.

A new moniker - The name above her bed

This last week, as a follow up to the CT scan we went back to the hospital to see the latest doctor.  Her gallbladder doctor - soon to be her surgeon - opened with the emphatic recommendation that she have her entire gallbladder removed.  The stone is so large it has already rendered her gallbladder ineffective and a source of infection.

Next, we await a conference with a cardiologist who will evaluate her heart in advance of surgery, and her anesthesiologist.  But the main thing we are waiting for is for her routine dosage of aspirin to dissipate from her system.  Aspirin acts as a blood thinner and makes surgery impossible.  Oh yeah, and we’re waiting for our insurance to be recognized by the hospital.

Starting to feel better

By this time next week, I hope that Carolyn will be back to her old self minus a small piece.  But in the meantime, she feels just awful.  It is unclear what is making her sick.  It could be the antibiotics that she is taking from the kidney infection she is getting over.  Or, it could be her gallbladder which the doctor said will give her some discomfort until it is removed.  

I intended that this blog would be my observations from living in a very different and interesting country.  Instead, I’m writing about sickness and the inside of a hospital.  It is what life has handed us for the moment.  

Best to all.

Getting her third IV site installed

The view from her room

Ready to leave

Dear Friends and Family,

I had a definite low point of my time here in Saudi Arabia so far, last week.  I was grouchy and out of sorts all week long.  Every day things rubbed me the wrong way. Naturally I assumed I was suddenly and inexplicably surrounded by idiots! Well, Carolyn chilled me out, informed me it probably wasn't them, rather it was me, and now I can only surmise that I was having a bout of culture shock.  On September 13 it will have been exactly one month that we’ve been in a completely new and often surprising, sometimes disconcerting environment and I think it just caught up with me.

That said, I feel like I’m on the other side now.  We are one day into our weeklong vacation to mark the Muslim celebration of Eid.  Here are a few things that cheered me up:

• Carolyn and I managed to obtain our mobile phone plan yesterday - an event made possible because I finally received my iqama (pronounced Ee-Kama) - otherwise known as your resident papers for Saudi Arabia.  A great number of things depend on having this document including your ability to re-enter the country upon leaving it, get a driver’s license, register a car, open up a bank account, and the aforementioned cell phone number.
• Time off from school (even though my class is delightful)
• New friends (more about this later)
• I finalized my gym membership

Myself with a good friend of mine - Steph Curry.  Maybe you've heard of him?
His and Labron's jersey are the only ones available here in the Kingdom.
Sorry Blazers!

Our biggest decision was putting down a deposit on a car.  Someone on the compound here was selling his SUV and I jumped on the chance to pick it up.  For those interested, it is a Hyundai Santa Fe with 4WD for driving in the sand. Carolyn and I are hoping to do some desert camping at some point here in Saudi as soon as we can find knowledgeable people to throw in with.  Also, we were advised to get a bigger car as a way of mitigating some of the...shall we say unfamiliar driving habits in Saudi Arabia.  

But to come back to my previous point about new friends...I made a connection on the compound with a woman while on one of the shopping busses (our compound provides bus rides free of charge every day) who is Ethiopian.  Last night Sunni invited Carolyn and I out to celebrate Ethiopian New Year with her family and friends.  

At the center of it all...Ethiopian coffee.

It was a lot of fun with the added bonus of delicious coffee, Ethiopian music, a chance to brush off my Amharic, warm hospitality, Ethiopian dancing (which I declined to the relief of all concerned) and...you guessed it, Ethiopian food.  

OK, so the spelling is off.  Delicious anyhow.  And Hppay New Year to everyone!

Carolyn and I stumbled home four hours later having destroyed our diets and laden with even more Ethiopian food for the following day.  It was mind-bendingly fun to land on a little island of Ethiopian-ness amid the sea of British-ness and Saudi-ness on Sara Village.  

Me with my new friends.

Carolyn and I will probably spend the entire week here in Al Khobar (our fair city) this vacation week simply because 1. Travel is super expensive this time of year  2. My iqama isn’t actually completely in hand - that is to say, I have my iqama number and my exit/re-entry visa but not my actual iqama card which has not yet been printed and 3) Carolyn has been under the weather fighting a bug and has low energy.

On one final note, the gym here on Sara Village is extensive and I now have the ability to make full use of it having completed the orientation and safety session.  The guy who runs the fitness center is very warm and a fount of information so he started me out on a fitness regimen for wimps which almost killed me.  In any event, upon finishing up this blog entry I need to drag my sore muscles and sorry self back up to what seemed at first like a castle of fun and play and now seems like a dungeon of dread to continue with day two of my training.  

August 20, 2016

Welcome to my blog.  I'm Chris Kurtz, a third grade teacher in a school called DEMS in Saudi Arabia. I have never taught at an international school before although I lived overseas as a child.

A blog is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, and now that I’m living in a place people are curious about, the time has arrived.  I feel a sense of urgency in getting started since I want to strike while all of my senses are still a little raw and my point of view hasn’t settled into normalcy.  I know that is a necessary evolution in my psyche for the sake of comfort and stability, but this off-balance feeling can be an interesting time as well.

It is just one day short of a week since we arrived as I write this first entry.  Carolyn and I were hired in December to teach at DEMS. It was a long arduous wait with lots of packing and moving chores that seemed to never end. Here is us on the plane. But we're here now.

Boarded and ready to fly into the unknown.

Just after landing, we were met on the sky bridge and whisked out of a side door into a luxurious black sedan, across the tarmac and then into a special VIP room where we waited for our bags to clear customs.  It is the only time we will be met in such pomp and circumstance but it was lovely to walk into the air conditioned room and see our school principal waiting for us with a big hug and comfortable chairs.  

Still smiling at our destination. Lots of gold trim in the VIP area of the airport.  Carolyn trying out her new abaya.

Let me just take a moment to say that the short walk down the stairs of the jetway to the aforementioned luxurious black sedan was taken through the sort of heat you feel you need to swim through.  Our glasses instantaneously fogged up and the air we were forced to breathe felt as if it might be doing damage to our lungs.  You know how you hold your breath as you open the oven door to check on a pie or the tray of roast vegetables?  It was like that...only you can’t hold your breath that long.  

But more on the heat later.  It is certainly the most in-your-face aspect of living here in Saudi Arabia, but it hardly gets mentioned in regular conversation because...why?  There just isn’t any point to talking about it.  But the heat definitely shapes and narrows your life here in a number of ways, the biggest of which is that it keeps everyone indoors and hidden from everyone else.

The view from our apartment out the living room window.

The humidity increases the sense of heat dramatically.  It is regularly above 110 F and 70+ percent humidity. 

Which brings me to the point that is topmost on my mind every day - how to make a community here for ourselves.  We live on a compound with hundreds of other people, but no one who works in our school.  Reaching out to others with ease and being outgoing and gregarious just doesn’t come natural for Carolyn and I, so these leopards are going to have to grow some new spots.  But you know how friends often seem to fall randomly into your life?  That happened to us on the first day when we went to get our Saudi physical.  The two couples who were thrown into the same process also live on our campus, also are experiencing everything new, also are teachers (although not at our school) and are super friendly.   So that has given us a jump start on the friendship front and hope for the future.

School and a solid, steadying routine is just a few days hence.  I’m sure that will change our feelings and our experiences in the near future, so stay tuned.  In the meantime, I would REALLY like to hear your thoughts and reactions to this blog so that I can get the feeling that I’m connecting with those of you who are reading.  Please keep in touch.