"I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, that I ought to do. And what I ought to do, by the grace of God, I shall do." - Edward Everett Hale
Feeling a bit better today. I truly think I have never been so sick as I was yesterday. I had a high fever- covered in fleece blankets, but freezing, in the fetal position. Stomach troubles very often. The height of indignity- I'm in the restroom at 2 am, feeling absolutely terrible, and who should poke his little head out of the bathroom cabinet door? El raton. I stomped my feet on the floor to make noise, and he ran back inside.
At about six or seven last night I had Ben go get a doctor from the Acts of Mercy team - a group from the church I attended in college that is staying here on campus. Two doctors came up and saw me. They asked lots of questions, prodded a bit at my kidneys and appendix, and proscribed some meds: a hefty sleeping pill/anti-nausea, ibuprofin to bring down the fever, a sip of Gatorade every ten minutes, another anti-nausea. Very, very sick.
I woke up today around noon, took a shower, and felt much better. I ate a granola bar. Listened to Ben teach my classes in my living room (did I mention, we're teaching classes in our living room of our on-campus apartment, due to space constraints/distractions in our one-room school house?).
And then. Joy of joys - CARE PACKAGES! My parents had gathered items from other friends and family and then found two aid teams coming to Haiti to send them with. They both arrived today- snacks, TIME magazines, t-shirts, athletic socks, bug spray, shampoo... all the things we'd asked for. Such a blessing! I even ate a few Skittles.
I felt really great for a few hours, now I'm feeling puny-er. Don't want to push it. One of the teachers at our school has a beach house in Haiti, and is letting the other teachers stay a night there on a rotating basis. Apparently Ben and I are going on Saturday- wonderful!
One miraculous story from the doctors tonight. A woman came in, SIXTEEN days after the quake, very pregnant and with a crushed pelvis. They prepared to remove the baby, whom they knew must be dead, so they could hopefully save the mother from infection. Lo and behold, the baby was alive and healthy! Whatever trauma caused the crushed pelvis somehow spared the child- praise God.
Please pray for our little one-room school house as we continue. I'm teaching 7-11th grade English, but don't even have a class set of the textbooks yet.... one step at a time. 66 kids came to school today, more than anyone thought. I did an activity with the kids yesterday where I asked them to raise their hand after I said a sentence if that sentence applied to them. For the sentence, "I'm glad to see my friends again", they all raised their hands. For the sentence "I wish I was out of the country", about half raised their hands. For the sentence, "I don't want to talk about the earthquake" they all raised their hands. I desperately want to take care of their emotional health, but that was a loud and clear signal of their desires. Hmm.
175 doctors slept on this campus last night. 175! I'm so proud of Quisqueya.
To God be all the glory.