Each night we arrive at "The Plaza" an oasis in Tent city with palm trees around a pool and 12$ bottles of wine. Outside tonight I can here gun shots and yelling as we sit around and chat. Demonstrations have started. It has rained for four days and the people of Haiti are upset that they are living in tents. All this Aid money and no aid. God I wish I could just stay and help and help. It is sad here.
The people here are so appreciative. They wave at me when I come in and my translator pulled me aside today and said quietly and sincerely "everybody loves you here" (I don't know why). My patient told the media rep that I saved his life and we got our picture taken together to send to the sponser of IMC. Things like that feel so good. I'm so far far away from patients who complain about their dinner tray, from being so damn sweet to crazy mean crack addicts, from all the bullshit that comes with my job at home. All day long people say "thank you" to me... and I'm just doing my job.
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