I knew it. Patients started to pour in today, the third day of Eid. I was desperately trying to maintain a smile on my face while running around and getting back into the flow of the typical busy Khost day.
Just my luck. Despite coming from a fairly hot and humid Asian city I do not handle heat well. The weather here is stiflingly hot in the summer but the basement of the guesthouse was cool enough for me to sleep soundly through the night.
The supervisor of the Maternity is a Congolese midwife, Fruraha. Even before I met her, I was told that she is very experienced and smart in management; as a doctor I am supposed to give her enough space for her to work.
It has been one week since I arrived in the field. Assigned to live in a tukul that is facing the volleyball court, when someone is playing, the door has to be locked otherwise the ball will easily be hit into my room.