Plans For An Indian Holiday

Today is a holiday in the whole of India. It is Republic Day -- though as a foreigner, I don't exactly know what it means. For me, it could be one of those days when I could lounge away watching movies after movies after movies, leaving bed only for necessary activites (eat, shit and piss, of course!!) and rocking myself to dream land sporadically. Best yet, because it is a Monday!

But... here I am facing the office computer trying to finish the 4M order. And truthfully, I hadn't slept at all last night! (I watched 6 movies non-stop from 8 pm onwards... this morning I started on season 2 of Californication).

I don't think it is a masochistic tendency. I just have to finish this and move on to other responsibilities before I leave for Brussels this Saturday. And just looking at the list of things I have to do (with big bold red letters labelled PRIORITY on most of them), I feel I just don't have enough time. Or probably the energy....

Worst -- I haven't packed yet. I know you'll probably say this dude is weird: he will leave days from now and he is talking about packing? Well, another psychiatric side of me is that I prepare my "wardrobe"days (some times weeks) before I leave. Like when I was in Myanmar, two months before I leave the project, I had already sorted, packed in nice folds all the shirts and jeans I want to bring back home. If there is a favorite shirt, I'd wash it (myself) 4 days beforehand and then pack day on the day I will leave. I think this is good because you (read: me in this context) tend to organize things and don't get frazzled by time constraints.

So anyway... these are my scattered projections for the day... Back to work!

Do you think the peripheral clinics will need more methyergometrine this quarter?

My Favorite Photos

I have posted here some of the pictures I have taken during the past three years I have worked with an international medical NGO. Most of them moved me and concretized my reasons in staying and continue doing the work I am doing. Most of all it re-affirmed my convictions why I became a doctor.

Children pics constitute most of these as they were the

ones who are easy to capture. They are also the ones who tell most stories. They were the ones who moved me to tears. Every smile, every laughter brings hope. Every action brings a new experience. Bawkett, the three year old orphan boy from Ethiopia who died from AIDS related diseases, Nur Ali, the boy from Myanmar, Asefa, the malnourished kid who everyone thought would die, but bounced back after 2 weeks in our care. These and more.

I know that I am not a professional photographer, being that is not part of my career plans. But I do hope that I will share with you all these beautiful pictures of places and people. And I certainly wish that you will be with me next time I take another shot.