Structurally Sound

Moving to America was very hard for 9-year-old-me to imagine.  I thought it meant mashed potatoes for dinner every night.  Having always lived in apartment buildings, I couldn’t conceptualize houses with sloped roofs.  But when we actually landed, my poorly preconceived notions of the country faded away, replaced by thrilling new realities.  I remember staying in an airport hotel our first night in the States.  We were brushing our teeth and Mama told us that we could drink the water.  From the tap.  I marveled at the idea with my brother.  Drinking water straight from the tap.  (But just the cold, not the hot.)

Much to Travel Buddy Dwight’s bemusement and my own amusement, I took a lot of pictures like this when we were in Malaysia two summers ago.  I’m a sucker for infrastructure, for the visible manifestation of countless unobserved decisions.  Why, for example, are these hydrants so scrawny?  And who knew that CS could stand for so many things?  Those who’ve traveled with me would perhaps suggest that I fixate on these questions rather than more important ones at hand, like, “Do you speak English?"  "Should this alley be this deserted?"  "And why did the driver just kick us off the bus when we’re still 3 hours from our destination?”  I have a different explanation.

Economists like to speak of the invisible hand of the market.  I like to capture the works of the invisible hands of civil servants because they remind me of all that public health achieved while we were sleeping.  During this Smallpox Survival Season, I am thankful for all the answers public health has provided, like what number to call when my water heater goes up in flames.  And for answers to questions I hadn’t even thought to ask, like how hot should my tap water get?  I am thankful for all the taken-for-granted decisions I didn’t have to make, like having vaccinations for diseases whose symptoms I don’t ever need to learn.    

There are countless more public health problems we still don’t have solutions for, countless crises still overlooked by even the invisible hands.  Why, for example, are there enough many opiod pain relievers made to medicate every American 5mg of Vicodin every 4 hours for a month, yet hospitals have to ration their morphine supply?  Why are civilians allowed to possess assault weapons?  Why won’t providers see patients on public insurance?  For all these questions, I’m thankful that there will be jobs in public health policy for the foreseeable future.

What are you thankful for?

PS. The more I think about and edit this post, the more I realize I have to be thankful for: Nancy Turnbull, water fluoridation, and the brilliant Aussie minds behind Dumb Ways to Die.