Yesterday we had the opportunity to visit the main hospital in Dhaka, where we discovered that Courtney's black cloud is transcontinental. Within an hour of arrival we were running a code in their "ICU". It was a 40 something year old with HIV and possibly TB. Luckily we see a lot of that in the NICU.
We were then whisked away on a tour of the rest of the hospital. Our next stop, the short stay diarrhea unit. Here the cots were lined up as far as the eye could see with mothers attending to their sick children. Noticing that all of the heads of the beds were slightly elevated, tom turned to courtney wondering out loud if there could possibly be some neurological benefit. Courtney astutely pointed out "shit rolls down hill tom." All of these cots were specially designed for diarrhea - hole right in the middle with bucket below awaiting any deposits. Then we were off to the ER where they tallied 60+ patients per hour (eat your heart out Adam Vella).
Today we were scheduled to make our journey to the boat. Journey may be an understatement. With two false starts, our third bus was the charm after a wheel replacement and some 'tinkering' with the speedometer. Thank GOD the horn worked. Our ride would be one of luxury and comfort, or rather a 10 plus hour ride in a non air conditioned bus as our trusty translator informed us the a/c buses only run at night time. However, just when even Tom had had enough, horns a blaring we arrived at our destination, Chilmari.
A short ride brought us to the shore where two tiny men (Tom continues to pride himself on being the tallest man in Bangladesh) threw our suitcases on their heads and carried them to the river boat that brought us through the fog to the Friendship Hospital. And here we are, time for dinner.
We were then whisked away on a tour of the rest of the hospital. Our next stop, the short stay diarrhea unit. Here the cots were lined up as far as the eye could see with mothers attending to their sick children. Noticing that all of the heads of the beds were slightly elevated, tom turned to courtney wondering out loud if there could possibly be some neurological benefit. Courtney astutely pointed out "shit rolls down hill tom." All of these cots were specially designed for diarrhea - hole right in the middle with bucket below awaiting any deposits. Then we were off to the ER where they tallied 60+ patients per hour (eat your heart out Adam Vella).
Today we were scheduled to make our journey to the boat. Journey may be an understatement. With two false starts, our third bus was the charm after a wheel replacement and some 'tinkering' with the speedometer. Thank GOD the horn worked. Our ride would be one of luxury and comfort, or rather a 10 plus hour ride in a non air conditioned bus as our trusty translator informed us the a/c buses only run at night time. However, just when even Tom had had enough, horns a blaring we arrived at our destination, Chilmari.
A short ride brought us to the shore where two tiny men (Tom continues to pride himself on being the tallest man in Bangladesh) threw our suitcases on their heads and carried them to the river boat that brought us through the fog to the Friendship Hospital. And here we are, time for dinner.
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ReplyDeleteI like to play a guessing game with all the 2nd and 3rd person narrative!
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