Thursday, September 6, 2012
Absent Clinic Workers
Hello from Haiti this beautiful sunny morning. The title suggests something less than what the first sentence describes, I know. Well, the absent clinic workers have been mostly the whites this time. It started last week when dengue fever hit. (Actually dengue fever hit a few weeks before, but didn't get clinic workers down till last week.)
Michael came down with it first, and then on Saturday I (Anita) came down with it. The Haitian workers, Virginia, and Breanna did an excellent job at keeping things going. Yesterday Michael was able to head back to the clinic, and by afternoon/evening it was obvious that Breanna wasn't well. One of our Haitian pharmacists has it too. I'm starting to feel better, but I'm still very weak. At least I was able to get up and out a little this morning.
Dengue fever is spread by mosquitoes similar to malaria. Typical symptoms are: very high fever, horrible body and bone aches, headache, pain around the eyes, stomach aches. It's a virus so it has to run its course. The only thing you can do is take fever reducers and of course do all the other things all good patients are to do--eat, drink, rest. (I have to say I'm sure ready to do more than just laying around. Five days was quite enough!)
On my little trek out of my house this morning, I took my camera and headed to the clinic. I didn't find any extraordinary sights, but I did find everyone doing an excellent job in spite of being 3 workers short right now.
Fre Direk busy making dossiers
Michael taking blood pressures since Breanna is under the weather
Mis Joselaine busy in her room
Mis Leda cheerfully filling her post
Mis Virginia filling prescriptions
Zita giving medicine to patients at the pharmacy window
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