Today was very relaxing for me. I sent out some overdue emails and talked with my friend Robin on the phone. Afterward I realized that this week, since that time of prayer in the conference, I have been able to truly release my worries and even my hopes for the future into God's hands. Right now if I were trying to do things of my own will I think I might have gone nuts. Thankfully, God has blessed me with good friends and a patient mother who support me when I am having a hard time releasing things to God.
Today I was alone most of the day. Laura continued to vomit so Fany decided to take her to a nearby clinic. I let them borrow my car, which was good because they just got home at 6:30 p.m. It is dark here at 5:30 these days and this evening is raining. They were grateful for the car and I was happy to lend it.
At about 2 p.m. Fany sent me a message saying she was really sorry they were taking so long, but the clinic was full and she was number 30 in line. She said it was an absolute nightmare at the clinic. People were coming from other doctor offices and clinics because they were turned away.
The problem, she said, is that everyone either has this same flu Laura has or they have Dengue. Between the two things running rampant, the doctors' offices are overflowing. Fany said that she saw people turned away too. In fact the doctors accepted their last patient and said no more people could be seen. The next person in line was the sister of the last patient. The told the sister she couldn't enter the building and had to come back tomorrow morning. They only allowed one patient and one other person to enter the building, so Santos had to wait outside all day.
Meanwhile inside the waiting room Laura vomited in Fany's hand. A baby was having seizures. At 5 p.m. a lady walked out of her appointment (after seeing the doctor) with her eyes covered saying, "I can't even stand to look at this line. I have been here since 5 a.m."
The doctors required everyone with a fever to get blood work, which took more time but was necessary in order to eliminate the possibility of Dengue.
On Monday, Edgar, a boy at Buen Provecho, said he had Dengue. He was frustrated because he didn't have the strength to play fútbol. He tried to play but didn't even last a minute. He looked like he was on the mend overall though. Dengue is especially dangerous for our Buen Provecho kids because they don't have drinking water and can so easily get dehydrated.
So the good news is Laura does not have Dengue. The bad news is, everyone is out of amoxicillin and people are dying of Dengue.
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