Haiti- Day 4

Working Triage on nights:

My translator is 19 yo- he never sits up and translates half of what I say. There is constant banging on the door and yelling outside. In order to get into this ER, you must look the most dead. So I go outside from time-t0-time to determine who is faking it, and who is critically ill- then I point and say "this one, then this one, then that one". Last night I had a man who was stabbed, a woman whose face was bitten by another woman, a 8 yo girl that was raped, a 4 yo who had been hit in the head with a rock, .... and on and on. People carrying lifeless bodies to have them then sit up and say "my stomach hurts".. "where?" ... and then they sweep their hand over their whole body.