Malaria…

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This morning I got an intimate look at the Rwandan health care system. Luckily not on account of myself this time. My mother has malaria and was admitted to room 311 of King Fasial Hospital in Kigali. The biggest and most advanced hospital in the country. It consists of  hand full of doctors and nurses, mustard yellow walls, a cement floor, and three flights of stairs to get to the patient rooms. (fine for visitors, not fine for the sick patients who have to walk up them)

Before she was admitted we checked in at reception and were instructed to pay 10,000 RFW ($16) hospital fees and were instructed to walk down a very long barren hallway to wait for the doctor. There were a few chairs of patients and nuns striking up conversations in french or Kinyarwandan. Because I cant understand either I stood in the corner against the wall and read my book until I was told that “standing is not allowed” it was explained to me that the doctors get nervous when they see people standing and it is best to keep them calm… I would ask why, but I feel I might not want to know.

I will be going back this afternoon to visit mom and bring her some things, I would like to bring my ukulele to visit, but I feel the french nuns might not understand…

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About globalmargaret

I am a Mid-Western college graduate who signed a contract on a whim last April. The contract took me to Nome, Alaska where I presently live and work. I love nature, hiking, good food, music, ukulele, knitting, sewing, anything creative, and just being still

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