Tonight I am on-call, but I am very tired and I hope no one comes in to the hospital. The hospital is a collection of tukuls. There is the ICU tukul (it is the ICU tukul because it has a light), the kala-azar tukul, the STD tukul, the antenatal care tukul, and a handful of other 'general ward' type tukuls. At home, we always talk a lot about beds; we never have enough beds, we have patients who 'block beds', patients are shipped to the US because 'we don't have any beds". There is no such problem here. Patients lie on blankets on the mud floor; there is always a spot to spread another blanket.
The therapeutic feeding center is filling up as the dry season grinds on. It is the time when there is a shortfall of grain, when last season's stores have run out and next season's have not yet been harvested. I am told it is also the season for potential epidemic outbreaks, measles, meningitis, and cholera.
Another day, another group of hot, dehydrated, babies.