Fieldset
A Good Cry

The flies and the heat and the frustrations are finally getting to me.

The flies and the heat and the frustrations are finally getting to me.

This morning I couldn't get the email to work and I felt like bursting into tears. I do not normally burst into tears, in fact I can hardly remember the last time I cried, but this morning when the email wouldn't work, I felt like retiring to my tukul for a good cry.

This mission is very tough. I have heard of volunteers who decide to go home within weeks of arriving. The challenges are many; cultural and language barriers, difficult living conditions, different food, very sick patients, patients who die, long hours of work, being on call frequently, dealing with situations for which you may not feel prepared. And of course there is the heat. Our new thermometer reads 49 degrees C. I have never been anywhere this hot before. Ironically, winter is my favorite season, I love everything about it: snow, skating, snowboarding, Christmas, my birthday. So what am I doing in the tropics you might ask? Today, I am wondering the same thing.