It's been a week since my last post, and I don't really know what to write about at the moment, so here are some random thoughts before I go to sleep:
I think I'm becoming somewhat institutionalized, eating in a cafeteria. My stomach starts growling at 12:00 and 5:00 every day.
I went to fabric street yesterday. I bought some fabric. A pickpocket tried to get in our bags, but was unsuccessful. I carry a bag that zips up all the way for just that reason.
There's dried baby drool all over my scrub top right now. I don't really care.
People from England will never approve of Americans' pronunciation. I wonder what they'd think if they visited Texas? ;-P
We've had triple max-fax surgeries the past few weeks, which means D ward has been busy...and we're overflowing into C ward and B ward.
I now automatically introduce myself as "Root." Nobody understands me when I say "Ruth."
I walked into C ward today and heard my patient from last week, an older lady named Isatu, excitedly call out "Root!" I looked up and she beckoned me over, a big grin on her face, and grasped my hand and gave me a hug. I love moments like that.
I miss my boyfriend. Six months is a long time.
My boyfriend sent me jalapeno cheddar cheetos. I'm trying to make them last at least a week.
I've started looking at nursing jobs online several days a week. Which probably doesn't make sense, cause those jobs will be taken by the time I get home. But I can't help myself...
I went to a local church service on Sunday. It was really long, and I was tired. But I didn't fall asleep, cause they had ushers patrolling the aisles, on the look-out for people who fell asleep, and nudging them awake and shaking their heads at them disapprovingly.
This is Aminata. She's the princess of D ward. The drool on my scrubs is hers.