Yesterday, I was totally exhausted, mentally and physically. On the spur of the moment, I decided to go to Paradise Island for the night. I am so glad I did! I slept for almost 12 hours straight in my simple but safe room with two single beds. It was so quiet. No guy riding a bike by shouting at 4:30 am to sell Mya Buko, (deep fried, ½ embryo eggs) the rice peddler or fighting cats or anything! After I arrived, I walked on the beach for a couple hours. I tried to get a sun burn, but I just got browner.
I am doing much better. I have a happy outlook on life again and I feel alive… like I can do this. It took some courage on my part to leave the house. But all went well on this trip, and I did take a taxi for most of it. I just sat in the sand, numb, feeling the waves and sand… picking up a few shells, crying a bit… and went to sleep at 7:00pm.
I awoke at 6:46 am. I took my time getting a nice warm shower… not HOT! Or COLD! I ate a nice quiet breakfast of steamed fish and ginger. I also had strawberry crepes, but they forgot the strawberries and just used jam…
I left the island at 9:45 am and went to the big, big mall. There I found some more material for dresses and some great Tea Rose perfume that I have been looking for, for years, and a nice new jean jacket… for me.
I got here at the clinic for work at 12:00 pm, got into my scrubs. At 1:37 pm, I just delivered my 13th baby and now I need 4 more for my 17 total. In addition, I have assisted in some way, with way over 50 births, including the 12 transports. I think I learned more during the transports!