Up and moving early. Plane expected around 10:20 with three more people coming here. One is Tim Williams, one of the board members of PCC. I promise to behave. Got their beds ready, got some meds together for the pilot to take to Pibor (village northeast of us) and went over to the clinic for some work. Headed to the airstrip around 10:30 but the plane did not come until 11:30. Also, a guy from the government was here, he was catching a ride to Pibor to pay all the government workers there. And he was a Murle. You know, that tribe that wreaks havoc on the lives of Dinka. When he came into the compound, there were audible gasps. I knew he was coming and I said to someone "Is that the Murle". Yup. So I told them I was expecting him. I had to tell them all to be on their best behavior and welcome him.
Clinic today was so busy. Did not finish until after 7 pm. The plane came back to drop off Ajak and Jacob. Turns out the pilot, Jon Hildebrandt, did not yet have the paperwork to continue on with "The Team" to Congo, or where ever they are going. It will be ready tomorrow. So the team is back in Werkok. They had a fairly horrific time in Pibor - I guess it depends on how you look at it. 500 patients per day, no facility, no food, just what they brought in. This place is like the Hilton compared to that. And they said so. They truly seemed glad to be back. See, it's not so bad here.
After doing clinic stuff, I went into the pharmacy to help. Peter, James and I were working like crazy. Some of the people were so impatient. But when you have as many patients as we had, each getting 4 to 6 prescriptions, it takes awhile. I started making up a game, I would see how someone was acting and then imagine who they reminded me of in regards to my patients in ER at home. Some would call them frequent flyers, but in case Dr. Hamel is reading, it would not be me or any of my coworkers in ER who would dare use that terminology.
It has been a long day. Jon Jok said I did good for an old woman. Hmmmm, he almost got a knuckle sandwhich. All is good here, beautiful night, hoping to sleep tight.
Blessings, sweet (I almost wrote sweat) dreams (I crack myself up)
C
Clinic today was so busy. Did not finish until after 7 pm. The plane came back to drop off Ajak and Jacob. Turns out the pilot, Jon Hildebrandt, did not yet have the paperwork to continue on with "The Team" to Congo, or where ever they are going. It will be ready tomorrow. So the team is back in Werkok. They had a fairly horrific time in Pibor - I guess it depends on how you look at it. 500 patients per day, no facility, no food, just what they brought in. This place is like the Hilton compared to that. And they said so. They truly seemed glad to be back. See, it's not so bad here.
After doing clinic stuff, I went into the pharmacy to help. Peter, James and I were working like crazy. Some of the people were so impatient. But when you have as many patients as we had, each getting 4 to 6 prescriptions, it takes awhile. I started making up a game, I would see how someone was acting and then imagine who they reminded me of in regards to my patients in ER at home. Some would call them frequent flyers, but in case Dr. Hamel is reading, it would not be me or any of my coworkers in ER who would dare use that terminology.
It has been a long day. Jon Jok said I did good for an old woman. Hmmmm, he almost got a knuckle sandwhich. All is good here, beautiful night, hoping to sleep tight.
Blessings, sweet (I almost wrote sweat) dreams (I crack myself up)
C
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