Good day today. Grace, a doctor here who has been in Haiti for a few months and a good friend of the PA who is sick found a private jet that will medevac her to Miami, FL. I went along for the ride and pushed meds while we jumbled along the mile of muddy road to the main street. I was sitting in the back seat behind shotgun,  where the PA was sitting. She had an IV in her right arm and would twist it back for me to push Zofran and Phenergan while she clutched a paper wastebasket in her lap and tried not to vomit. The driver is a bat from hell, weaving through traffic and running red lights and cutting people off. Everytime we narrowly escape death he looks at me and gives me the thumbs up and giggles. If you’d like to experience our trip, go watch the harry potter movie when he gets in that crazy bus that squishes. That is what it reminded me of.

We get to a small airport where some Lear jets and prop planes were parked and Grace hopped out of the car and used her fluency in Creole to figure out what was going on. I pushed more meds.

About 45 minutes later Grace comes out to the car and she practically carries the PA to the tarmac, where a Texan (from Africa from a missionary pilot group) man waves in a Lear jet to take her to Miami. There is a nurse and a paramedic on board and I give them report and they look at me blankly when I tell them how much morphine I’ve given her. I shrug.

We wave and see her off and our Haitian driver hauls it back to the clinic but decides to stop for red lights this time. I call him ‘ambulance,’ and try to pronounce it french-like, and he pumps his fist in the air ecstatic about his new nick name. I learn he is a cable repair man.

Most of the day was spent running around between ORs, the Wisconsin people are nice and let me snoop around and help out where I can. I help stock the anesthesia carts and grab random odds and ends and help transport patients back and forth. They did 17 surgeries today, most of which were hysterectomies. These women have the most gigantic uterii I’ve ever seen. I dont understand how they walk around with those things, but they are eager to have them out whenever a surgical team is around.

The front gate has become a triage of sorts, and hopefully tomorrow I can help out there.

I am also getting sick and hoping it’s not whatever that PA had since Grace and I had the most contact with her. Sore throat, itchy eyes, cough, and overall drippiness. We’ll see what happens. I am very tired.