The neighborhood in Santo starts to feel pretty familiar after the 3rd day. Its easy to get into a routine. Wake up, throw on a pair of scrubs (maybe some deodorant) and make your way to the cot that you have claimed for seeing patients on. Some mornings there is coffee, and it makes you feel very fortunate to have some creature comforts of home. Then the people come in the gate and Pastor Noel leads the group in song. You may start to get comfortable in the 90* heat. That's when you get the complicated patients. Those that have been carried in or that you don't have a way to adequately treat. That is when you realize that you are in Haiti, the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. Some things you can fix, some you can't. The great thing about this group in Santo, they are willing to try.
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