Thursdays are supposed to be my “day off.” That means I clean the house, do laundry, wash dishes, run errands, visit patients in town and occasionally watch a movie by myself. Today the emergency room nurse, Leonard, who had worked the night shift, came to my door at 7:30 asking for me to come translate for morning report. The translator had failed to show up. Again.
Trying to have a good attitude, I went and translated…and then there was rounds in the Emergency wards. And then there was a C-section. And then….well the day just got used up much too quickly. And I didn’t have time for any of my regular things. And tomorrow I’m supposed to work a 12-hour shift because the Maternity nurse didn’t get a seat on the plane to make it back to Impfondo on time to work her shift. I guess God has other ideas about how I spend my time.
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