Go to Clinic -- unpack and organize our supplies from the U.S. and set up "Consultorios"
(Dr.'s Offices) for tomorrow. Discover there's no toilet paper (anywhere) in the Clinic. We
pee in a toilet and share small pieces of paper from one another.
We spend all day setting up, head home to Urubamba Eco Hotel and have dinner, then another group meeting -- suggestions from all and "assignments" -- who will work with which
doctor and we also discuss the meds we brought.
I'm to do in-take and be on tap to be pulled wherever necessary. Since I'm not an MD but rather a translator, I'll do, of course, whatever is useful. I'm nervous -- will I be of help? Will what I see move me too deeply? ... after all, they are all trained as doctors and accustomed to seeing this type of hardship ...
Tonight, I have one of my academic anxiety dreams -- you know, I'm at the front of the class and supposed to be teaching Physics, only I haven't ever studied Physics.
With the meds for nasal and eye dryness which our pharmacist gives me, I at least
can sleep through the night ... first time in days!
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