I'm such a pansy. The cold that two babies coughed all over my face the first day has caught up with me. Yes... A little grippe (cold), but it will pass soon. I'm tired, but it's such a good tired. Every night my mat on the floor seems to get more and more comfortable.
Yesterday, day five of work at Diquini Hospital. I'm still working in the peds inpatient ward. But yesterday we had a little change of pace. so slow! We had gotten wind that the president has called three days of fasting and prayer for the whole country. On our way to the hospital, there were people flocking to churches or open spaces, dressed in white, black, and their Sunday best, all to cry out to God for help. I'm like, what? Is this the Haiti I know? I'm still learning Port-au-Prince is a different world than the world I know in the rural Northwest.
The peds team we have been working with has left yesterday so there may be a shuffle of people. We will wait to see what happens. It was a good ending for this team because we discharged so many kids yesterday and didn't have the traffic to fill it up again. I left today with only four patients left. Meningitis, malnutrition, and a post op kid who had had his polycystic kidney removed. But one amazing thing: no kids died in our ward all week. Something of a miracle here.
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