Thursday March 1, 2012

Today was a good work day. Good, as in you feel so exhausted by the end of the day. This morning Leah, Robinson and I took a moto across town to check out one of the schools Making Roots is trying to send two of the guys to for a year or so of trade school. We did this to get a better idea of cost as schools in Haiti typically don’t tell students how much materials, books, and tools cost until after they have already registered (brilliant and so conducive to budgeting I know…). I think the ride alone wiped us. The heat, the streets thick with diesel and smoke, the density and movement of people, the rotting waste everywhere next to the road and under our tires. Around noon we made it back into Cite Soleil to hang out with the people there. We continued doing some home visiting with the women; I got to give some medicine to some kids I’d seen two days before, one of which was a young girl with conjunctivitis (pink eye) so bad it made your own eyes scream with pain. I also somehow got pulled into the local clinic there, which is manned now only by the communities own nursing student. I ended up doing some wound care for two kids (somehow the kids always find me). One girl had somehow clipped the end of her finger off maybe two weeks ago and part of the nail was still hanging on; it was so ugly. And just as we were leaving they brought a boy in who had fell on a nail when he was playing soccer and it went all the way through his hand. Ugg. I did what I could to clean and bandage it but he probably needed stitches and a tetanus shot. Ah. So hard…