Today I had graham crackers for breakfast, and offered them to anyone who wanted one, because I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to finish some of my snacks in the rest of my time here, and I don’t want to take it home or waste it. I think I’ll be having graham crackers and peanut butter for breakfast until they’re finished.
At morning handover, one of the nurses started arguing with Dr. Erdi that she was wrong, that they had given the correct treatment, even though the patient had died. Dr. Erdi got pretty upset, and seemed pretty disappointed by the nurse’s inability to take constructive criticism.
After Handover, Taylor and I decided to go to wound care and help Kady clean some wounds. When we first got there she wasn’t ready to get started, so we organized the woman’s scrubs that are in the woman’s changing room. It has bothered me since I got here that they are so unorganized. We folded all of them nicely, and organized them by size. I’m sure it won’t last, but at least for today they looked nice.
For most of the morning, we watched and helped Kady clean wounds. It was really hard to watch some of the, because some people have huge open soars that stretch over major parts of their body, and they pour hydrogen peroxide over it. Most people barely make a noise too, but their faces are so contorted that it’s just awful to watch.
At around 11h00 they started surgery. The first one was a hernia repair for a little boy of about eight. He was so scared, so Taylor and I went into the operating room with him, and showed him the bed and the machines that would tell the doctors if he’s doing okay, and told him that he would “get cheuck and go sleep, then feel nothing. Wake up, and be fine, fine.” A ‘cheuck’ is Creole for shot, and when he heard he had to get another shot he had a momentary freak out. But then I told him that thing in his arm (an IV line) was there so that they could give him more medicine but without more shots. He calmed down a bit after that. Taylor got to scrub in on that surgery.
After the hernia, we went back to the house for a quick lunch, then back to the theatre where I scrubbed in on a hysterectomy. I felt like Dr. ABD was getting frustrated with me, but afterward he apologized if he seemed short with me, but his back was really hurting him. The next surgery was also a hysterectomy, but for a woman who had a prolapsed uterus. That’s when the uterus comes out the vagina and can be seen outside the body. It happens in older women who have had LOTS of pregnancies, and can be very painful.
After surgery was done for the day, I read for a bit until dinner, which was spaghetti with spicy meat sauce, mango and cucumber, and bread fries. The bread fries tasted good but we couldn’t figure out what they actually were, and David just kept telling us they were bread fries, although at one point he said breadfruit, whatever that means. After dinner we played euchre until we were tired and ready to shower up for bed time.
This post is dedicated to the mother who gave birth to a still born child, the mother who gave birth to an infant who didn’t develop a brain or skull (he will die within a week) and the child who died in the TFC from dehydration.
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