My bed at the field hospitalWhen I woke up this morning, I thought I was still in Haiti. Over the past few weeks, I have slept in so many different places, from a community tent on an army cot to a convent to a garden outside the rubble, that the darkness of the morning (it has been hard to sleep past 7 a.m.) always confuses me. It feels strange to be back in Detroit. The images from Haiti are still so vivid in my mind, for which I am glad: I don't want to forget.
When I got out of bed, I turned on the news, hoping for an update on Haiti. Instead, I was greeted with clips from the Olympics (I have been told I look like the ice dancer Tessa Virtue, weird that I just found out who she was this morning when figure skating used to be such a big deal to me) and various news clips including the missing "Growing Pains" actor and a teenager that ran away in Mexico. It seems cruel and disheartening that much of the suffering in Haiti could have been forgotten so soon...
After my return home, I found this clip ER-Haiti detailing the field hospital in Haiti where I worked my first 10 days. It offers a glimpse into the current situation in Haiti: the limited resources and harsh conditions, the difficulty of transferring patients to facilities in the U.S. for needed care, the broad scope of illnesses and injuries and the difficult mix of first world and third world medicine. I have been thinking a lot about the current medical team at the UMiami field hospital: do they have the capacity for any more labs? more units of blood in fridge? any possibility of obtaining a CT scanner? are they still seeing as much trauma? is the ER still leaking rain from the tent roof? Watching that clip and seeing our "ER" tent, army cots and medical team enjoying MREs (meals-ready-to-eat) makes me feel like I am back in Haiti.
More later...
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