Hump day – the day
people go riding the camels. What did you think I meant? Actually I
was talking with one of the other doctors about camel rides
yesterday. It is apparently the touristy thing to do. My touristy
thing to do is take pictures. I'm not saying I don't want to ride a
camel, just that it is further down on my bucket list. Wednesdays
are however special for several reasons here: 1) they have cinnamon
buns at the CC (which I think stands for community centre or centre
communitaire). 2) Right after the cinnamon buns, the traveling
butcher rolls up on his motorcycle to sell you meat of the back of
his bike (literally). Wednesday is also market day in Galmi. All
the tents are set up and you can buy any of the local produce,
fabrics, and other interesting wares.a It is also often the day the
SIM plane arrives with new missionaries and takes others back to
Niamey. I will be on that plane next week Lord willing.
We always pray
before we start rounds in the morning. A good way to start the day.
After the prayer and before we started rounds they asked
me to see a lady that had been stuck at 9 cm for 2 hours (so she was almost fully dilated). She had had 10 other vaginal deliveries and this was her 11th baby. When I examined her she was fully dilated and ready to push, but for some reason she said she couldn't. I was able to do a forcep delivery that went very smoothly and she delivered a healthy baby boy. We will talk to her about family planning. For the most part, rounds went well. There is one lady who will have to go back to the OR because her sutures came apart, but everyone else seems to be doing well.
Then I went with a couple
of the women here to see the market for the first time. They were
buying fabric, but we also looked at clothing, food spices, and other
interesting items. Like may other places, bartering is the norm
here. One of the women spoke fluent hausa so she was able to barter
well for the prices. They also bought spices and some lettuce. You
can buy all sorts of fruit, and if you are so inclined roasted
grasshoppers. I thought the chickens they were carrying around were
dead, but then one clucked at me. I don't know how they get away
with carrying them by their legs like that.
I saw another chameleon on
the path between the hospital and the homes. This one moved a little
bit faster, but was still pretty slow. Funny feet, funny eyes. What
else can I say.
Ephesians 3:20,21
Now to him who is able to
do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to
the power at work within us, to him be the glory in the church and in
Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment