lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009

Medical Interpreters and Their Limited Role

On Tuesday, April 28th, 2009, three medical interpreters employed by XXXX were called to testify in a court case involving Child Protective Services and a XXXX’s former patient’s family.

While their experience cannot possibly be considered enjoyable, it was not overly onerous, and seems at the present to have been concluded with no negative sequels in store for those interpreters, or the hospital, in the foreseeable future. The interpreters in question were subpoenaed to appear before the court for having rendered their services in their capacity as medical interpreters in said case. XXXX’s staff had requested the interpreters to help the CPS agent, sometime back in the year 2007. Nonetheless, whether the situation was actually burdensome or not might be a matter of personal perspective. The interpreters in question provide a statement about their experience, appended to this essay at the end.

Whereas the current view of the hospital leadership is that the medical interpreters employed by the hospital should render their services to CPS agents or police officers, it has been long contended by many of the interpreters themselves that the specific situation creates a conflict of interests. While it may seem that this is an issue in which anyone could wax philosophical, there are some concrete facts that give validity to the interpreters’ perspective.

First, as an organization that receives federal monies, CPS must abide by Title VI of the of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which requires that state and local governments must ensure that their programs and activities normally provided in English are accessible to persons with limited English proficiency (LEP) and that they do not discriminate on the basis of national origin. CPS, of course, has established guidelines to ensure that their activities comply with the law. Some of those measures are illustrated below:

From the CPS handbook, section 1516:

“Family Members / Child Victims as Translators

CPS does not use family members or friends to interpret, translate, sign, or read for LEP clients, except at the client's specific request. Child victims should not be used as translators except for brief interaction to ascertain the client's request and/or arrange requested translation services. Ideally, interpreters and translators will be professionally trained or will be a CPS staff person who is fluent in the client's preferred language.”(1) (Emphasis added)

From the “A Parent's Guide to a Child Protective Services (CPS) Investigation”

“Please note:

o If you have a hearing impairment or limited English proficiency, please let your caseworker know so that CPS can provide an interpreter.”(2) (Emphasis added)



From the CPS handbook, section 8000:

“Purchasing Interpreter Services

Purchasing interpreter services to enable a client to understand court proceedings is a court responsibility.

Interpreter services for CPS workers are not a client service and are not purchased under these guidelines. Contact the regional business office to purchase interpreter services for CPS workers.”(3) (Emphasis added)

As the sentences highlighted indicate, CPS has procedures in place that define the use of an interpreter and the methods of obtaining one. Of important significance is the phrase, “Ideally, interpreters and translators will be professionally trained,” because it is clear that a medical interpreter does not have the necessary training.

At the present time, there is not a National Certification for Medical Interpreters. Neither is there a statewide certification. In fact there are no certifications of any kind. However, the professional panorama is changing. Part of the effort by several professional associations to promote a National Certification for medical interpreters is the need to provide higher standards of quality in interpretation. In the following paragraphs, two aspects of these higher standards are delineated:

From the NCIHC’s “National Code of Ethics for Interpreters in Health Care”:

“To work within the professional boundaries of the interpreter role also means that interpreters are aware of the limitations of their duties as well as the limitations of their abilities as a health care interpreter.”(4) (Emphasis added)

From the NCIHC’s “National Standards of Practice for Interpreters in Health Care”:

“21. The interpreter discloses skill limitations with respect to particular assignments.

24. The interpreter advocates for working conditions that support quality interpreting.”(5)

Thus, medical interpreters who have interpreted for CPS and Police officers’ interviews are clearly out of their depth, and find themselves in a situation where their main training is not appropriate for the task at hand. The issue of conflict of interests arises as the medical interpreter should decline out of ethical considerations, but finds himself obliged to attend the interview regardless.

Another aspect to consider about this situation is the often overlooked fact that the medical interpreters working for XXXX are in fact a service for the hospital’s staff, and not a service for the LEP parents or the patients. For example, a parent or patient cannot initiate an interview with a medical interpreter on their own, but the staff must assess the need for interpretation and request the services of a medical interpreter. Therefore, the line of thought that the parents of XXXX’s patients might need an interpreter for their interviews with CPS or Police officers, and consequently XXXX must provide said interpretation because it is one of their patients, is an incomplete or faulty rationale, and not the best use of the hospital’s limited resources.

Respectfully, this essay is presented in order to urge the XXXX leadership to revisit the decision to use of the hospital’s medical interpreters in interviews for external agencies, and hopefully reach the conclusion that such practice is not in the best interest of all the parties involved, especially the patient.

APPENDIX:

Three Personal Perspectives on Taking the Stand in a CPS-related Court Case.

“My experience as witness in this trial was definitely not a pleasant one. Although the 3 hour seclusion was less traumatic than my previous one years ago for a similar situation, my appearance was almost as traumatic as the one in the past. Since attorneys seem to be unable to ask simple, direct questions, to avoid objections (I guess), they elaborate on double-negative construction in order to confuse you, or get from you the answer they need for their benefit. In my case, the questioning lasted about 25 minutes, going back and forth between all four attorneys.
My impression is that our ability to interpret, our interpreting process, and our professional and ethical behaviors were questioned by the defense attorneys. I think I was able to provide some good points about the quality of our process at XXXX. However, the complicated semantics of court language made me feel confused about wether or not my answers communicated the appropriate ideas.
I have expressed in the past, and firmly believe, that the Medical Interpreter at XXXX is here to interpret medical related information between XXXX's providers and LEP patients (or their parents), in order to comply with Title VI, and for the successful treatment of the patient's medical conditions in a collaborative environment. That is what we are trained for. Agencies and companies other than XXXX may have different goals, and their interactions with the public may not be collaborative relationships, but adversarial ones. Those independent entities are equally responsible for providing communication services to LEP people, by using qualified and trained interpreters in their own fields, or bilingual staff members capable of providing their services directly.

In my opinion, this is a good opportunity to review XXXX policies about using XXXX staff in the provision of services to outside companies or agencies, and consider the implications of this practice.
Thank you,
M.V.”


“This was my first time taking the stand in a court of law. The proliferation of TV shows and movies involving the glamorous world of the judicial system in action left me with wild expectations that have nothing to do with reality.
To begin with, I wasn't rushed into the chambers to offer my expert testimony. Instead, they made me languish in a 5' by 8' room for five hours before they could ask me questions for fifteen minutes.
Then, there's the unexpected protocol and patterns of speech, very particular of the courts. I had worked myself up to avoid taking anything personally, and adopt the poised aloofness of a movie character. However, it is difficult to avoid feeling insulted when one's intelligence is put on the spot by clever and manipulative semantic maneuvers on four fronts: the prosecutor, the parent's lawyer, the CPS lawyer, and the child's lawyer.
Lastly, this experience left me feeling certain ambivalence towards the morality of my professional detachment. While an absolute requisite as an interpreter, I felt lessened to realize that I have no memory at all of an incident that has reshaped a whole family, and that I really do not care.

I rather not repeat the experience.
D.F.”


“[…] My experience was intense and negative.
First, there is the fact of having taken us out from our jobs and making us travel to Denton. Then, that they would put five people in a small room and wait for over three and a half hours, feeling hot, hungry, and suffocated.
As I entered the chambers, I felt like a puppet strung between two parties fighting for their rights while I was their target.
I felt as if the lawyer that was with the parents tried to manipulate me to demonstrate that I was inept in my job, and that I did not dominate English enough in order to appropriately help the parents at XXXX.
I felt used, manipulated, attacked, and very angry, furious!
The lawyer for the parents used her prattle to confuse me.
I felt nervous all the time, since they stuck us in the small room for many hours until they sent us home, saying that there was the possibility that they might call us back again during the week.
All that experience was like a horrible nightmare.
When we finished, I felt physically exhausted, a bit dizzy and with a slight headache.
I was furious because I felt used and outraged for no reason at all.
I think that we interpreters at XXXX should not interpret for any other external organization. Those agencies should bring their own interpreters, trained for the discipline they practice, be it Law practice, police, etc…
I.M.”


Notes:

1. CPS handbook, section 1516 (http://www.dfps.state.tx.us/handbooks/CPS/Files/CPS_pg_1516.jsp#CPS_1516)
2. “A parent’s Guide to a Child Protective Services (CPS) Investigation” (http://www.dfps.state.tx.us/child_protection/About_Child_Protective_Services/parentguide.asp)
3. CPS handbook, section 8000 (http://www.dfps.state.tx.us/handbooks/CPS/Files/CPS_pg_8000.jsp)
4. NCIHC’s “National Code of Ethics for Interpreters in Health Care,” pp. 16 (http://data.memberclicks.com/site/ncihc/NCIHC%20National%20Code%20of%20Ethics.pdf)
5. NCIHC’s “National Standards of Practice for Interpreters in Health Care,” pp. 9 (http://data.memberclicks.com/site/ncihc/NCIHC%20National%20Standards%20of%20Practice.pdf)

domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009

La cima del círculo

Arata (新) era un niño especial. Desde que era un bebé todos lo notaban: miradas persistentes a las pocas semanas de edad, fuera de lo común en los lactantes; ademanes repetitivos de pequeñas manos que no sabían todavía asir nada a propósito. Sus padres amantes asumieron con cariño todas las tareas adicionales de criar a un niño especial. Su vida escolar fue menos fácil que la del resto de sus contemporáneos, de una manera apenas más dificultosa: pocas clases adicionales de atención especial fueron requeridas, pues su comportamiento era casi normal. Su fascinación con las imperfecciones que encontraba en cualquier sitio podían consumir su atención por completo, y solo bastaba un amable recordatorio para que se enfocara en las lecciones de sus profesores, y de nuevo se tornara en cabezahueca entrañable, al igual que el resto de sus compañeros de clase. En sus momentos de ocio, durante el año escolar, recorría la casa con las yemas de los dedos hechas colibríes que exploraban todas las paredes, todos los travesaños, todos los pisos, todas las puertas, todas las ventanas, por dentro y por fuera. El jardín era un safari de exploración que sus sabios padres le reservaban para las vacaciones escolares, permitiéndole explorar palmo a palmo los rebordes irregulares de las flores y el pasto, a veces hasta ya entrada la noche. La sonrisa de felicidad en su rostro era suficiente para disipar preocupaciones por la profusión enrojecida de besos mosquiteros en su piel. Pasaron los años, pero no muchos… El hombre que hubiera sido Arata muy apenas llegó, porque el niño sonriente que disfrutaba de encontrar todo reborde áspero y toda muesca inapropiada en donde sea que posara sus manos, ese niño se negó a partir a la edad debida. Su empleo como conserje en el hospital era algo que podía manejar con toda soltura, pero estaba muy cerca de ser el límite de su capacidad mental.

Etsuko (悦子) nunca supo en qué momento preciso dejó de ser una señorita recepcionista, y se convirtió en paralítica de por vida, vía colisión en autopista. Gran amargura fue el tenor de cada segundo de los primeros días al regresar a la conciencia, y su futuro era un punto obscuro que se tragaba toda senda posible. Sin extremidades, y con un rostro que atestiguaba los pormenores de un cruel parabrisas, el porvenir quedaba reducido al momento actual: atención y cuidados profesionales, para mantener un mínimo de salubridad e higiene. Nunca habría un despertar a esta pesadilla. Nunca.

Arata conoció a Etsuko mientras cumplía sus funciones y limpiaba su habitación a diario. Docenas de días que Arata aseaba la habitación, y Etsuko finalmente notaba que, al contrario de cualquier otro visitante en su habitación, que siempre evitaban a como diera lugar mirarla, Arata siempre la admiraba con una sonrisa dibujada en su rostro amplio y curiosamente libre de arrugas en la frente. Pequeños titubeos forjaron conversaciones más allá de nimiedades cotidianas, y cuando todos sus parientes y antiguos amigos cesaron de visitar más que por obligación, Etsuko apenas si sintió un leve desasosiego. Arata llenaba todo momento de sus ratos libres con relatos llenos de detalles sobre la vida secreta de los cerezos y las flores.
—La vida es como un círculo… —trataba de explicarle a Arata, en alguna ocasión, cuando decidió ironizar cómo día a día empezaba a crear paz con su situación personal. Pero Arata negó todo con una sonrisa y meneando la cabeza una vez, con énfasis.
—No, Etsuko. Un círculo es perfecto. La vida no lo es. Pero… Aunque sea nosotros estamos en la cima del círculo.
Y por primera vez acarició el rostro arruinado, convirtiendo las lágrimas de vergüenza a diamantes con la magia de los colibríes danzantes de sus dedos, que todo lo transmutaban a belleza. Pasan años, y todavía es posible en ocasiones ver a través del ventanal del hospicio a Arata y Etsuko, sonriendo.

D

sábado, 25 de abril de 2009

Comentarios previos a "Saciedad"

Saciedad

Blog "Homo Eternus"; parte 1, "Saciedad"

No supe como importar los comentarios en el nuevo blog. Publico de nuevo los comentarios en este blog, bajo la etiqueta de "Saciedad", invitando a los lectores a que encuentren la novela corta en el enlace provisto arriba.

Mil gracias,
D

viernes, 24 de abril de 2009

The Six-Thousand Dollar Man

"We have the technology… We can rebuild him…"

Well, whaddaya know? The future caught up with me. When I was a child I loved the "Bionic Man" TV series. It had that hokey and cheesy quality that made you understand that those things couldn't possibly happen, but still made you lay down at night thinking, "What if…?"

The guy would go, "Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit… A-tit-tit-tit-tit-tit…" every time he ran really fast or jumped really high. If you heard the noise, then you knew that he was about to open a can of whoop-ass on the bad guys.

But maybe I should back up a little, and explain what I'm talking about for those who are not as old as I am. Back in the 70's there was a TV-series called "The Six-Million Dollar Man" (in Mexico it was called "The Bionic Man") and it featured the adventures of Steve Austin, erstwhile astronaut, who did an epic fail when he parked his spaceship nose first into the ground. So, as a reward for trashing God knows how many gazillion dollars of tax-payer money, he was rebuilt by some shady secret organization. He was pretty ruined, so they had to put in a one "bionic" arm, two legs, and one eye to make him all better. This was done at the great cost of six-million dollars (I now imagine Dr. Evil going, "Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!"). Anyway, back then it was a lot of dough, okay?

So, anyway, yeah, like I was saying, the bionic man. Yeah, stuff that couldn't possibly happen, right?

Well, not quite. For the modest sum of around six-thousand dollars, you can have the little gadget in the picture on top. It is a hearing aid for people who don't like to look like they have their gramps' vacuum-tube radio strapped to their head. It has all kinds of computer chips in it, and it filters the noise and amplifies only human speech. It's very nifty.

How do I know, you ask? Well, a couple of years back I noticed that I was having trouble following the conversations in the Intensive Care Unit, where patients are really sick so they are plugged in to a dozen gadgets that whir, sigh, buzz, fart, squirt, slosh, ding, zap, and make squiggly lines all over the place. Besides all those noises, people tend to speak very q-u-i-e-t like, so as not to disturb the poor patient. Which is all fine and well, except I couldn't hear half of what they were saying. In my capacity as a medical interpreter, such situation is evidently unacceptable. So I went to my doctor, mentioned the problem, got referred to an audiologist, got all sorts of weird contraptions screwed onto my ears, got tested and analyzed, and then got told that I'm deaf.

Yah, I was surprised, too. Anyway, last year I got me some hearing aids, and we were all happily-ever-after…

Except for the part where I have to pay six-thousand dollars to hear good again. But that's a small price to pay, really, in order to fulfill two important aspects of my life: I get to hear whatever people are whispering about me behind my back 'cuz they think I'm still deaf, and I get to be the first kid in my block that turns into the real Steve Austin.

I win.

D

miércoles, 22 de abril de 2009

Se habla Spanglish

Please use the following words in a sentence:

1. Cheese

"I like Nancy, but cheese too crazy, vato!"

2. Mushroom

"When my ant Concha rice in the car wid us, there's not mushroom left."

3. Shoulder

"My girlfren din't know how to go to Walmart, so I shoulder."

4. Herpes

"We had some pizza: I got my piece, and cheese got herpes."

5. July

"It ain't da truth, man: July!"

6. Rectum

"I had two trucks, but my fren rectum!"

7. Juarez

"Momma used to say, 'Juarez your problem?'"

8. Chicken Wing

"My wife plays da lotto so chicken wing."

9. Wheelchair

"Sis okay if juno have lunch, man. Wheelchair."

10. Bishop

"My boss wife fell at work, so I had to pick the bishop."


D

lunes, 20 de abril de 2009

Índice completado

Buenas nuevas: He completado el índice de relatos en este blog. Está en la barra de al lado, y solo incluye relatos cortos, poemas, ensayos y algunas divagaciones. Otras divagaciones que no venían a santo de nada las dejé excluidas. También excluí dos cuentos de los más antiguos: "The Wasting" y "Alameda Central". Creo que cada uno se merece su presentación singular, como la secuencia "Homo Eternus" y "Aztec Princess". Pero eso queda pendiente.

Me voy a trabajar en la traducción de los últimos capítulos de "Satiety", para luego enfocarme por completo en "Finitum capax infiniti".

Y luego… Bueno, ya no sé qué más… Se me acabó el rollo por hoy.

D

domingo, 19 de abril de 2009

Nueva lista de títulos pendiente

Me comentan que es difícil encontrar relatos en mi blog, entre tanto desmadre. Bueno, es cierto, aunque yo hubiera pensado que es fácil buscarlos por etiquetas. En fin, que voy a crear una nueva sección en el blog que se llame "Índice de relatos", para que nadie se pierda, mas tenga lectura eterna. Así sea.

Pero me voy a tardar un rato, porque son una pila de relatos en este blog…

D

miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009

Falta de sueño



El otro día estaba mi señora esposa viendo el programa "30 Rock", que parece ser una comedia. La verdad, por más famoso que sea, nunca me había llamado la atención.

En fin, que estaba la señora viendo tele, y yo estaba allí, con ella. Entonces, el capítulo de esa semana, "Apollo Apollo" se trataba de la melancolía de no haber conseguido lo que uno soñaba de niño, o alguna babosada así por el estilo. Mientras se desarrollaba la trama, había momentos en los que algún personaje pensaba, «ay, oyes, ay, ¿por qué nadie ve las cosas desde mi perspectiva?».

Justo entonces, todo el show se transformaba al punto de vista de ese protagonista en particular. Por ejemplo, el actor Tracy veía a todos como una versión de él mismo, lo cual me pareció una buena manera de representar la megalomanía. Me recordó a la famosa escena en la película "Being John Malkovich", cuando el actor John Malkovich, que en la película personificaba al epónimo protagonista (qué raro, ¿no?) accedía su propia mente a través de un tunel secreto que comenzaba en un edificio de oficinas. Total, que al entrar su propia mente, veía a todo el mundo como una versión de él mismo, que se la pasaban diciendo "¡Malkovich Malkovich!" para todo.



Cuando le tocó el turno al personaje Kenneth, el edecán, se imaginaba a todos como muppets. Y, bueno, yo quería decir que ese punto de vista lo comparto. Cada que me desvelo (lo cual es seguido, porque trabajo de noche), empiezo a ver todo como si fuera una caricatura. Al principio pensaba que era porque estoy medio loco.

Pero ya me doy cuenta que es porque, aparte de estar loco y medio, soy el Kenneth de mi casa.

Ni modo. Bueno, miren estas escenas.



D

jueves, 9 de abril de 2009

More blog amputations!!

I've decided to also excise my "Aztec Princess" tale off this blog, and publish it separately like I did with "Homo Eternus."
As soon as I prepare the new blog, I'll publish the link here. I will also place a new section on my features column highlighting the new blogs.



Más amputaciones blogueras…

He decidido extirpar de este blog a la "Princesa azteca" también, y la publicaré por separado, al igual que lo hice con "Homo Eternus".
En cuanto esté listo el nuevo blog, publicaré el enlace aquí. También voy a colocar una nueva sección en la columna de anuncios para destacar a los blogs nuevos.

viernes, 3 de abril de 2009

The computer ate my homework…

Well, no, not homework, not really. But I was almost done translating the first chapter of "Satiety" (Saciedad), when I had to go pee. Then, when I returned and tried to log in again, I discovered that the blog hadn't saved any changes…

*Sigh*

Be it a lesson to all of you, out there: write your stuff elsewhere, and THEN you can load it to your blog.

Ah, well, I don't feel like trying again tonight. Maybe I'll try again next week… We'll see…

D

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