2 JAN 2007 The kids are alright
Shot up people come here in helicopters. They get their bellies, chests, and heads opened up. It continues on and on.
I recently learned this proverb from friends. (You know who you are!) I'm going to paraphrase it, so my apologies if it comes out caterwampus.
A man is walking along a river. He hears a drowning man calling for help. He jumps into the water and pulls the man to safety. As he climbs out of the water, he hears another drowning man calling for help. Again he jumps in and saves this second man's help. The three are standing on the bank of the river and they hear more drowning men calling for help. The first man starts to head upstream. The two men he saved say to him
"Where are you going, there are more men to save?"
"I'm going upstream to stop whoever is pushing them in."
We haven't stopped the ones upstream from our hospital yet.
I can share some news about two babies who came to see us recently. The nine-pound girl who was admitted last night is doing well. She got down a few good meals of formula and was able to keep it inside of her. She wasn't leaking too much from either end. Our tests showed nothing serious. Pediatrician S. gave her a good checkup and concluded that all she needed was a string of hearty meals to get her strength back. Her grandmother took her home today. She told us that this baby girl was the youngest of three sisters. The girl's mother never took any interest in her and didn't feed her. The baby's care fell to the grandmother. She said that the only reason she had come to the hospital in the first place was to get some formula. Well, we gave it to them. I guess her plan worked. I have a feeling that there are quite a few babies going hungry tonight in the US. For some reason, I'm over here, not in the US, so I'll do the best I can and try to help the hungry baby in front of me. It hurts my head to try and make sense of our situation over here, but I know that helping this hungry Iraqi baby is inherently good. The nurses on the ward took turns holding the tiny girl and feeding her bottles before she left. She was a very cuddly visitor.
There is another boy in our care with two broken legs. His father said he got hit by a car. The kid doesn't seem like he is old enough to walk. It is bizarre that his legs are broken while there isn't another scratch on his body. Maybe he just got run over, but his legs don't seem to show signs of any crush injury. It doesn't add up. Back home I would have Child Protective Services all over this family. Here, I'll be happy if I don't see this kid back in the ER with a bullet or IED fragments in his brain. There is a different yardstick in use in Iraq. I don't think that the social workers of Iraq are too well organized yet. When they are, I wonder if they will pack heat. The boy is casted from the waist down to help his legs heal. He has a little cut-out in his cast over the bomb bay doors like a pair of Dr. Dentons. He has to wear over sized diapers to fit over the cast. I saw one of the nurses carrying him around the ward. He didn't look too happy. I don't think I would be either.
Well, I'm on call again tomorrow so I better catch a few hours of Zs. More and more I'm getting the feeling that I have more urgent business elsewhere. To use a great word that a friend just gave me, I'm feeling fed up with the ditherdum of this war. That's out of my control at the moment, so I'm just trying to keep my little cat box clean while I'm stuck in it.
Rock on, my pretties!