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The day begins by waking up sometime between 6.30-7am, as the sunrises. I head straight for the kitchen to boil the kettle, so that the thermos can be filled for our day's tea. (Here it is considered wasteful to boil the kettle repeatedly through the day for your hot drinks.) Breakfast is weatabix with bananas and milk from Florence's cow (Florence is our house help). (The milk is boiled, with the non boil over disk that I was given just before I left Leicester – thanks guys!) The all important ingredient of breakfast is of course Doxycylcline – the antimalarial, taken dutifully everyday with food. I aim to get out of the door by 7.55am in order to rush down the hill to the Out Patients Department in time for morning prayers that are held Monday to Fridays 8-8.30am. This is attended by hospital staff, student nurses, patients and those who have arrived early for treatment that day. Then work begins – off to the the maternity ward, where my day is filled with a variety of things. Weigh the premature babies on alternate days- ensure they are gaining weight, taking blood pressure readings, some occasional translation in Swahili for the doctors round, encouraging a labouring mother, assessing a student, teaching a student about filling relevant maternity paperwork etc. Each day brings its own events and things to be done.
Work stops at 1pm for lunch. We head back up the hill to see what good food Florence has prepared for us! Lunch break ends and at 2pm what we didn't get finished before lunch is taken up again, by 5pm we stroll up the hill ready to kick off our shoes, wash our feet, climb out of the uniform ready for a quiet evening in... Some evenings are spent picking mulberries – in a bid to keep the monkeys away. They like to visit just as we wake up in the morning and stomp round on our tin roof and eat our fruit. Much to our annoyance as Mulberries make good jam! The sun sets by 7pm and we retreat in doors to reduce the feast of good English blood for the mosquitoes who like to share malaria with anyone who flashes a bit of skin after dusk.
