It is so hard to believe that today was our last clinic. We left the church with a sense of relief and regret. We have made so many friends, one of which we call our groupie, Solomon Ngole. I have posted a picture of him today. He shows up at every clinic on his worn bicycle, greets us so warmly, and with a smile that lights up the night. He always helps to start off each clinic with a prayer and he not only sings like an angel, he can harmonize.
We treated 757 patients today. We closed the clinic a little earlier as we ran out of medication but we also wanted to get back to the Sheywe Guest House early enough so everyone has a chance to pack as the main group leaves tomorrow. We had an 89 year old man come in complaining about sexual dysfunction. Sarah, one of Kenyan nyu counselled him so nicely. The truth of the matter was that his sixth wife (don’t ask as I don’t know all the details) likes to have his company in bed every day right after tea time. Eat your hearts out all you fellows out there. Seven times a week and he is getting weary.
Today the main building at the clinic was so hot with its tin roof, it felt like working under a broiler. I was fortunate to work outside at first near the door to the clinic registering then under a tree as the sun made its rounds. At one point, a maggot or worm fell onto my page. I am sure I will have to go back to the Shewye sitting on the roof racks.
As yet I don’t know what our total numbers for our 11 clinics but I will post them as soon as I can.
Take care, Dawn