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Regarding this morning's Nicaragua entry... - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Regarding this morning's Nicaragua entry...
I spoke to my OB preceptor today, detailed the situation with the baby. He stares at me. "Is this a true story?" I nod. He frowns slightly. "Sounds like someone just wants more money. Best thing to do for a baby is get it out." I didn't delve into the sociopolitical climate under which the story happened, and why money was most likely not forthcoming. But he shakes his head. "No reason to section her, not with a drive like that. Just break her water and deliver the damn thing."

Doctors we.

13 January

Home sick. I curled into bed at 11 last night, then proceeded to cough until something like 2 AM. When I got up, still hacking and spitting, J told me to take the day off. E checked my peak flows, and I wound up taking a hit off an inhaler before popping a Claritin and going to sleep in the hammock for half the day and reading, half-dizzy from heat, for the other half.

When I came into the common room, S was there, gesticulating. “They’re slaughtering a cow out there!” and they were, as those of us who went running to find out saw. It was an impromptu anatomy lesson and a spectacle all rolled into one. They skinned it, gutted it, took it to pieces. We watched, avoided the children playing with a severed tail, took pictures. Again, the refrain: los gringos! And we are, strange and foreign, with our English and our cameras and our money. Gringos.

I tried tonight, played a round of spoons, lanced a boil on a toe, hung around and listened to the music on the portico. And I am now lonely, staring into a star-filled distance. R lurches by me, looking tired, but I have been paralyzed by fear tonight. I am an intrusion. All illusions are gone.

Sitting here on the hammock alone, one foot dangling, watching unfamiliar stars through a gap in the trees, drinking rum and precious precious Coke is not the way to improve my mood. No-one here will care for the silent companionship I need.

now feeling:: busy busy

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waifofthenorth From: waifofthenorth Date: February 2nd, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Interestingly enough, an inhaler and clartin is what the doctor at the health centre here perscribed for my cronic cough today...
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: February 2nd, 2005 09:12 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Number one cause of chronic cough is postnasal drip :)
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