This is me the day after I finally rode Sheree's horse.
I thought these faces might soften your hearts a little after that last one. This little guy has had to be sent to the hospital twice for respiratory problems. Most of the little ones scream when they get a neb, but this little guy seems entertained by it...He spends the whole time sticking out his tongue, trying to lick the mask.
This little guy is one of the kids that we are trying to get accepted for surgery. He is 2 months old and weighs 6 lbs...He is so precious.
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As for what is going on with me...Today, I tried out my skills as a makeshift paramedic...I didn't care for it much. Our first patient of the morning was having chest pain, and the second I did his EKG I knew he has having a heart attack. We did all that we could for him at the clinic: morphine, nitro, aspirin, IV, etc. but our oxygen tank was empty. We put him into the back of one of the clinic cars and I continued to give nitro and morphine, while Giovanni drove 90 km/hr on bumpy roads to the nearest hospital 30 minutes away. (I have a new respect for paramedics.) It wasn't quite as easy as it would seem to draw up medication with a needle and put it into the IV line without poking anyone, when the IV is swinging from the overhead light fixture. But the patient did make it to the hospital, and the doctor there called the clinic later to tell us that he was doing fine, and that he was certain that we had saved his life.
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They're not all good stories like that one...About 20 minutes later Sheree called me on my way back to the clinic from the hospital telling me to get back quickly because she had a patient in respiratory distress. His oxygen sat was 64% (really bad) and we were out of oxygen at the clinic. We all held our breaths while we waited for the family to go and bring an oxygen tank to the clinic for him. We did get him some oxygen, but his situation is not good, and he is not long for this world. He recently accepted Jesus Christ as his savior so he is ready to go, but it was still a very sad time explaining the reality of the situation to the family. I sat in the ER with the family for hours, and then we prayed with them. It was a very draining experience, but I have learned over time, that while it is difficult to be a part of situations like these, it is also a privilege to be allowed to be used by God in these moments.
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Thank heavens you finally put up a picture of yourself. Your mug shot always looks good to me. I was beginning to think that the cockroach ate you. Has Daniel quit laughing and making fun of you yet?
Any hairy stories to go with your riding of Sheree's horse...did it run off & try & scrape you against a tree or try to eat you or anything?
How is the clinic going to get by without you? You sound as if you are in very high demand there! There are going to be some really long faces there when you leave I'm sure of it. Bless you honey,
MOM
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