Fieldset
48 hours

A 4 year old with tetanus.

A gunshot wound to the chest.

A 10-year old girl raped by a stranger on the road.

An inebriated woman beaten up by her equally inebriated husband.

A woman with a post-partum infection.

A fractured arm.

A 4 year old with tetanus.

A gunshot wound to the chest.

A 10-year old girl raped by a stranger on the road.

An inebriated woman beaten up by her equally inebriated husband.

A woman with a post-partum infection.

A fractured arm.

A steady stream of pneumonia and brucellosis.

The email is down; so is the satellite phone.

The man in Tukul 1 needs his dressings changed. He is missing his right eye and most of the right side of his face. A gunshot wound. A piece of bone from his zygomatic arch is sticking out.

I need to contact the World Health Organization about the girl in Tukul 3 with the leg paralysis. They collected a stool sample for poliovirus last week.

A one year old pees all down my shirt. He looks quite pleased with himself.

Ah well.

Exactly 48 hours ago I returned to the field. We are a skeleton team of four: the project coordinator, the logistician, the lab supervisor and myself. Today we will become five when a new nurse comes in on the plane.