Friday and Saturday. This is gonna be long. AM is out of town. I go to work Friday morning, and see an entire family of 5 for consultations which I am not supposed to be doing but there was an old man who could not pee, and I had to help him. Then I go to the hospital to do my morning rounds. At noon a man is brought in who is having trouble breathing. He is 27yo and is very weak. I have him stay at the hospital. Then off to force feed the Dieselmet After that I go back to check on the man who is now not making sense, and is very out of it. I tell them they need to go to the hospital now. But they want to wait till the morning, Rob tells them they have to go but then they can’t catch a tap tap. Rob says he will get them on a tap tap first thing in the morning. I then start to head home, and get called to the clinic where I have to stitch a wound on a 3yo boy. I get home at 8 at night. Then return to the hospital with the girls who are at the house to pray for the 27yo man. Thinking that he is going to die in the night, he is cold, having fevers, and not making sense.
I arrive Sat morning and the man is there, alive, but he is not going to go to the hospital he wants to wait for AM who is returning Sunday. I start to tell him he has to go, but then I get called in another room to help Robenchley the baby with HIV whose dad has three wives. He looks like death, his cheeks and eyes are sunken in. I try not to completely freak out. Every time I get an IV in him the vein blows, he is vomiting black stuff. I put a NG tube in and give him fluids that way, and pay for them to take a motorcycle to the hospital in the city. I then try to put an IV in the 27yo man, and figure out what medicine I can give him. I can’t start an IV, so I take a break, it is 4 in the afternoon I have not eaten or sat down all day. While I am at home on my break eating, AM calls me and tells me that Robenchley died 30min after getting there. AM stayed with Bennet the mom, and comforted her. Then I get called back to the clinic to help another elderly man who cannot pee. Followed by putting the IV in the 27yo and starting him on some medicine. I got home at 10 pm. These two days have been hell. I am so heartbroken. I could not feel more helpless than I do right now. I feel like this place fell to pieces the second I was put in charge. I feel like this 27yo is going to die and I can’t do anything. I feel like the baby died because of me, I could not get the IV going, and I waited too long I should have sent him to the hospital right away. This was a baby I have seen every day for the last three months, I loved this baby and I loved his family, and I failed them.
To end on a brighter note, Dieselmet swelling has started to go down, and he is talking. He does my rounds with me, he seeks me out which is the sweetest thing. Next week will be better, hopefully more stories involving tarantulas dying! By the way, since the girls have been here 2 more tarantulas have been killed! Yippee! Also, the baby cow is gone!!!!!!!!
I arrive Sat morning and the man is there, alive, but he is not going to go to the hospital he wants to wait for AM who is returning Sunday. I start to tell him he has to go, but then I get called in another room to help Robenchley the baby with HIV whose dad has three wives. He looks like death, his cheeks and eyes are sunken in. I try not to completely freak out. Every time I get an IV in him the vein blows, he is vomiting black stuff. I put a NG tube in and give him fluids that way, and pay for them to take a motorcycle to the hospital in the city. I then try to put an IV in the 27yo man, and figure out what medicine I can give him. I can’t start an IV, so I take a break, it is 4 in the afternoon I have not eaten or sat down all day. While I am at home on my break eating, AM calls me and tells me that Robenchley died 30min after getting there. AM stayed with Bennet the mom, and comforted her. Then I get called back to the clinic to help another elderly man who cannot pee. Followed by putting the IV in the 27yo and starting him on some medicine. I got home at 10 pm. These two days have been hell. I am so heartbroken. I could not feel more helpless than I do right now. I feel like this place fell to pieces the second I was put in charge. I feel like this 27yo is going to die and I can’t do anything. I feel like the baby died because of me, I could not get the IV going, and I waited too long I should have sent him to the hospital right away. This was a baby I have seen every day for the last three months, I loved this baby and I loved his family, and I failed them.
To end on a brighter note, Dieselmet swelling has started to go down, and he is talking. He does my rounds with me, he seeks me out which is the sweetest thing. Next week will be better, hopefully more stories involving tarantulas dying! By the way, since the girls have been here 2 more tarantulas have been killed! Yippee! Also, the baby cow is gone!!!!!!!!
Dearest Sara, Thank you for your faithfulness in blogging. It is difficult to read so I can't imagine living it! Please know that we are praying and that you are doing everything you can possibly do. Thank you for having Jesus' heart and for loving those you are working with. Life and death is not in your hands. Be gentle with yourself. We love you! Bev
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