I think there starts to be a point when things feel normal.
This week that has happened for me.
I have always thought that I adjust to things rather quickly because of my lack of caring about routines.
But I seem to be in one already!
My weekdays go something like this.
Wake up around six.
Shower.
Feed the cat (the little shit will not leave me alone until I do).
Make breakfast, always toast and eggs.
Kind of do my hair (with out a blow dryer or straighter not much to do).
Put on mascara.
Walk out the door.
I walk about half a mile to the taxi stand.
Immediately when I get there somebody yells to ask if I am going to the hospital.
Well I do everyday.
So he yells at another cab to wait for me.
I get the the hospital, and head to wherever I am going that day.
I leave around four.
Then head to either the market, grocery store, or coffee den to use the internet.
I make sure to get home before five thirty when it gets dark.
Then I pretty much just eat and watch some tv on my laptop and fall asleep well before nine.
I am glad that I feel comfortable here.
But routine is not my thing!
I am getting a little bored.
I will say I have not felt tired in weeks though, it is amazing!
I have only two more weeks left then I will be headed back to Mwaya.
I have already made a list of things I want to do in my free time there.
Hike the mountain, go snorkeling, find a crocodile, swim, run, and go to a soccer game!
I am also ready to be back with the group.
This week I have spent my time in the ICU.
Turns out monitors and vents do exist.
When I got to the unit there were two patients.
One was a teen who had eclampsia and had last her baby during childbirth.
The other was a man with a severe head injury.
The man was intubated.
Apparently his tube was clogged and the doctor quickly came in to change it out.
What?!?
People do things with urgency here?
Then he yelled something at the nurse.
An angry doctor and people stressed.
It felt like home.
So much so that I was not even phased by any of it.
Just grossed out by the amount of secretions an adult can produce.
I am learning more and more everyday why I am a peds nurse.
The rest of my time there was pretty boring.
Because there was actually quality care.
It was nice to see this side of health care here.
I am now moving onto the eye ward tomorrow.
I am way less than thrilled about this.
I do hope that we do at least see a lot of patients and keep busy!
I would say I am ready for the weekend, but I am not sure of any plans.
Last weekend was a pretty packed one.
Mike did come and we celebrated Fourth of July basically by eating hot dogs and wearing American t-shirts I found in the market and then going to the hotel and dancing in a dark sweaty room with a bunch of locals.
It was pretty fun, but we are lame and were in bed by midnight watching How I Met Your Mother.
The next day I went to Kande Beach for Hassan's (the guy I am staying with) birthday celebration.
The ride there and back was scary as shit!
I do not like driving 75mph next to people swerving around on their bikes,
children playing, and dogs running (yes a puppy was hit and not killed, I said we could not stop because I could not handle it. Hopefully it died fast or was just scared and not seriously mangled).
The beach was fun though!
It is fun and exhausting constantly meeting new people!
I did meet a girl who I really liked.
Of course she leaves in three weeks so we decided we cannot really be friends.
But we had a lot of fun anyway!
Once again I went to bed early, and the next day I found out a lot of people got angry drunk after I did.
I am glad I just saw the fun dancing part and then had a full eight hours of sleep.
It is already four thirty here.
So I guess I better wrap things up and head home for a night of dinner and tv.
Oh routine.
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