Waterloo Hospital Placed Under Quarantine due to EBOLA Patient
I feel like I’m in some movie.
We’ve been seeing so many kids with severe malaria and anemia that I let my guard down. Because of the Ebola epidemic, parents are waiting till the last minute to bring in their children.
A large Muslim woman with a head scarf and long sleeved dress with Middle Eastern patterned embroidery comes into my office. I can tell she is nervous.
I can start to see it in their eyes. They just have that look. Maybe I’m starting to imagine things in my paranoia, but I’m beginning to think I can recognize an Ebola patient on sight.
I’ve just come back from another, mostly fruitless attempt to surf here in Liberia.
The man is complaining of abdominal pain like pretty much everyone who comes in to the hospital. I often don’t even examine them.
Today is a holiday in Liberia. Not that anyone feels like celebrating much with the Ebola crisis projected to last 6-9 more months.
Gillian’s taking the day off. She hasn’t had one in a long time. So I start with rounds on the inpatient ward. One of the first patients I see doesn’t look so good. She came in for an incomplet
I don’t know if I’m just getting more stressed and sensitive (which is definitely true in a sense) or if everyone else is also really starting to feel the pressure, but patients seem more on edge,