and this land greets me with its warm breeze, magnificent palm trees and deep sandy footpaths.
the staff have crossed over in a hurry, my skin has become accustomed to sweaty situations and a huge pile of washing awaits me.
adjustments have been made and i am back in my element of high intensity situations that occur on a daily basis at the hospital, i love it, absolutely. my Swahili is weak but finding its superiority to english. and my desire to shave my head grows daily...its just so...practical.
one day this week, there were two deliveries with cord twice around the neck and one more with cord three times around the neck...all screamed shortly after delivery.
this week, two deliveries where the babies were born with no heartbeat but were screaming within 15 minutes.
i give you glory G*d because my human hands are not powerful. it is the power of Ch*ist in us.
