Khartoum, Sudan
July 5, 2009. Five
July, Sunday
deliberately will ignore the fact that you're having a great time the more or less all those who still in the city by the sea, while I work: I'm accustomed to doing this, as with many other things. In fact I found the antidote: tomorrow is Monday just for you, I am already a half a week.
wire in Mayo alone, without Antonella once again is due to go to Salaam to fix things for the administration, and came after. Day again very quiet after the stress of yesterday, not many moms to start, we agreed because we were all present under fifty and then not many serious cases, we have neither admitted nor put in ward no. Poor Kharda who was on duty in the ward was deathly bored while I was visiting in his place. All cases more or less trivial, a few antibiotics given, few diagnoses beyond the viral forms. Only one hit me, a woman coming from the east, with a profile that's strange, very different from those which are now used, the skin clearer: I think those people and Eritrea. Leads me to her two and a half months because he had a fever, was here with the family, and not find anything really important, is fine. But I told a strange story, I do not like even a little: I said that last month made him the first vaccine (BCG I think) and he started to bleed from the injection site, but so much that did not stop more: in the end they did a blood transfusion. Bounce on the chair, I ask the paper but of course they left it at home. And what is this stuff? Bleeding, a month ... with fresh blood ... by lack of vitamin k? I'm going to look at the literature, the Nelson in pdf that I downloaded and brought down here: could be in a form slowly. If so we must be cautious, would have risked a stroke and could well be his way, but someone gave it to him, K? And if it were a serious liver problem? Telephone the laboratory of our hospital and organized a withdrawal there for tomorrow's examination of coagulation in the liver. And I write that they are very careful, there are anesthesiologists and the blood bank: even verbally warn them tonight. My mother is very careful about what I do and accept it now: it seems an alarm, he understood very well that it did not quail, want to understand. Like me: mica can leave a mine like drifting, hoping that if he leads and that if he gets it anyway not involved.
finish to break my head on this matter and work on the draft paper ballot to be distributed, as long as Gina, the project manager, agrees: I am a bit 'worried because for a cursed combination will be back from holiday when I miss a few days to go away and I'll tell him a lot of things will be just as many fish to fry. She is very good, hold up, but who knows if he has enough time for me too. We hope not hate me too. Antonella
comes with the load of the pharmacy, just when the man comes payroll for staff fled to Mandela (an area of \u200b\u200bthe field) to follow the lesson of the HP with the usual group of mothers and children. It 's a lesson summary, they emphasize the concepts, I fight sleep (it's very nice, but you try to stand for an hour to hear the two speak Arabic) taking pictures of children. At the end of the moms make me any questions on the pill and side effects and I have to laugh. First because I never thought in life, especially when I was involved in counseling young people in Florence, I would have found that talking about birth control under the mats in a refugee camp in Africa, and then because I'm amazed at how much these women are uninhibited to speak of these things together with children of all ages, perhaps discovering her breast to feed the children: they are the same ones that are so rigid in other fields. I'm tempted to say I'm strange, but it is obvious that the feeling is mutual weirdness and social conventions that make us different funny, some 'ridiculous with each other. Return to three, and there is still a little time: they take the opportunity to work with Antonio and I was at the pharmacy, orders to do for next time: a ball, but must be done.
I give a glance to the clock and are already four, stuff you would not believe. Day flew away, not hard, but I am tired the same: tonight, for the first time, I woke up at four and a half as lively as a cricket and I could not ridormire, I began to read. It happens to me often at home, but since I have a lot of thoughts in my mind, to be reorganized: it is often the night I'm looking for solutions. But here?
I know, I know, my kids are saying "age". In fact, will be 55 in less than a month. Effect makes me think that they will celebrate in Italy.
0 comments:
Post a Comment