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Tell her to fetch the first aid kit. I found myself giving doctors tips on how to draw up meds, since at home they are normally the ones writing orders, while nurses actually carry them out. Dried blood was caked all over his nose and mouth. We paused to listen.
We needed to move him from Suspect to the Confirmed ward.
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Dried blood was caked all over his nose and mouth. Fortunately her test came back negative today, and we sent her home for another 21 days of monitoring. I step over to a full length mirror leaned against the wall and slowly, carefully unzip my suit and then pull the hood back off of my head. Today Ebola ceased to be a faceless mass of African suffering, and became two individual human beings. I step out of the bucket and into my doffing station, where a bucket full of chlorine with a tap awaits on top of a wooden table. Why, if I get sick, will I be flown home to receive the best medical care in the world, while Foday is dying in his own filth as we do what we can for him with the little we have? A sense of community. Loving me and holding me. Many wards have old cholera beds, which have a large hole at the center that patients can position themselves over, with a bucket on the floor underneath to catch their waste.
The only word I have been able to find to describe this experience so far is surreal. Then it was time to don our PPE. He wanted them to start working in Maforki the next day.
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She was in trouble, again. Maya shook her head. The whole center is divided into two main areas: the Green Zone and the Red Zone. When we visited him yesterday he had barely responded, and we worried over the bleeding we saw at his gums — a late sign, and not a reassuring one. In the bed next to Foday lay year-old Abass. Even with everything we know about disease we still have some like cancer which we cant seem to permanently fight off and because of that we see that medicine then and now really seen enough of a change for us to fully eliminate disease and epidemics from spreading and further harming us. Reorienting myself to Trusting the Source of my safety and well being as I yield my illusions of being in control. Today there were ten five confirmed Ebola, and five suspect. He wanted them to start working in Maforki the next day. We needed to move him from Suspect to the Confirmed ward. The large veins on his head seemed to pulse even faster than usual. Midway through the song, at the height of our rapture, our street musician receives a call on his cell phone and it cuts out his sound system.
Most of the clinicians who have been here a while think Foday is too far gone to recover. In the bed next to Foday lay year-old Abass. The goal is to never touch my hands with the dirty outside surface of the gloves.
Communicating with each other the entire time, we made our way out of the Suspect ward, through the gate into the Confirmed area, and lay him down on a bed in a room with the other Confirmed patients. With no time left, we had to leave it for the next round of clinicians.
His fever had risen and he was tachycardic. Maforki is a built out around what used to be a school before the outbreak.
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