Haiti - Day 10

Well, it's been a bit of a rough 24 hours...

Last evening, while completely immersed in a great book, I began to feel some rumblings in my stomach. You may, in fact, have felt or heard these noises all the way back in the States. It was just the sinister precursor to what was an abysmal night either on or in front of the toilet. I slept very little, and when it came time for the alarm at 6am, I washed my face, donned the scrubs, and desperately tried to pull my aching, pale body together. I still really wanted to go to work. Today was our last day staffing the ER, as we pull out tomorrow to allow for the Haitian staff to take over. Going forward, we're just in the ICU, with the intention of making a gradual departure out of the Hospital by the end of next week.

I hopped on the bus, and lasted only about an hour at the hospital. I was just too nauseated and light headed to be of any help. Everyone insisted that I leave once I was caught slumped over in the chair with my head between my legs. I came back to the room, and 10mg of Ambien later, I awoke feeling somewhat better. I still haven't eaten all day, as I'm still tasting last night's dinner, but I may attempt to mosey down later for a little rice. I'll be fine. I hope this was the worst of it...

The unpleasantness of this was slightly compounded by the fact that right before I began to feel ill, Collette and I realized that some things from our room had been stolen. Chris's international phone that he had let me borrow, and a total of about $50 cash, were gone. It's not that big of a deal - at least we still have our passports and stash of chocolate (: Seriously - we really aren't that upset about it. $30 goes a long way here. Heck - someone maybe needed it to get his loved one out of the morgue.

Here's to good sleep tonight and better health tomorrow!