Well it’s Sunday again, and I’m home in Mattar. I arrived yesterday after a five hour trip with 11 patients and caretakers crammed in the car. One poor fellow had a bullet in his arm in the mid-shaft of his right humerus. Amazingly he was shot in the mid-thoracic section of his back. The bullet somehow ricochet off his right head-of-humerus, splintering it into many pieces and then ended up in the mid-shaft of his humerus, fracturing up through to the head. I find it really amazing and want to learn more. It was the same with the land mines, stepped on with the foot but the injuries traveling up and exploding out the femur or pelvis. Not sure what the area is? Ballistics? Anyway, I think I’ll look in to some study of some kind around this as it’s extremely interesting. But back to my point, this poor bugger had to endure the five hours trip bouncing around in the back of the land cruiser on the rough road. I gave him some of my painkillers, but that was all we had. Poor bugger!
We got home around 4.30pm. It was great to be back and my greetings from the national staff - hand shake with two or three shoulder bumps - showed they had indeed missed me as they welcomed me back. The expats were also excited/relieved to see me, as they rushed to explain what a terrible week it had been, including the murder of three of my five chooks by the genet. The fact that I had brought fresh fruit and veggies (bananas, oranges, potatoes, carrots and tomatoes) and the cold chain from Addis (cheese, ham and yogurt) made for a welcome return and went some way to lift the mood!
Surprise, surprise! My tukul was all but finished, with lined roof, bed frame with slats and a new mosquito net! Woohoo! The door that won’t shut but that’s getting fixed next week. A mosquito net was hung over the entrance and sealed with a block of 4x2 fitting snuggly between the frame.
My two remaining chooks that had given the expats the run around all week, refusing to go in their cage, quickly ran and waited for me when I called them. Now they call me the chook whisperer of Mattar!
We had a lovely dinner of ham, cheese and pineapple on toast, followed by a very disturbing, bizarre movie “The Black Swan”, and then off to sleep in my renovated tuckul!
I was awoken around 3am by the sound of the wood holding my mosquito net in the door being scratched and moved, followed by banging of the door that I had propped shut with the washing basket. I shone my torch but couldn’t see anything so slept with one eye open until the drums started. Then with dawn’s arrival, pillow overhead I fell into a blissful sleep until 9am!