Getting injured in Haiti part 6 — Leaving on a jet plane
I don’t know what time it was — or more or the point, how close to boarding time it was — but suddenly, the expeditor appeared in the departure lounge and handed me a plastic bag.
Getting injured in Haiti Part 5 — Beasts before humans???
The ER at the hospital in Milot looked rather chaotic inside, but this hospital looked chaotic even from the outside. There was a huge pile of rubble in the parking lot, wheelchairs were strewn about the exterior, and half the compound seemed to be under construction.
Getting injured in Haiti part 4 — Everything Escalates
I’m not proud to admit this, but my first thought was “I already have broken bones. I really don’t want to go get cholera.”
Getting injured in Haiti, Part 3 — The first of the hospitals
I’ve been in hospitals in the ‘developing’ world before, but never as a patient. And even though I’m actually rather accident-prone, I’d never been to an emergency room anywhere, ever. […]
Getting injured in Haiti, Part 2 — The circus begins.
During the time I was lying on the ground, my whole body was in such a state of shock that I couldn’t really feel anything or determine what was hurting. I remember thinking to myself “If I can get my leg out from under the vehicle without any damage, I might be okay.”
Getting injured in Haiti Part 1 — The crash
What happened next didn’t exactly transpire in slow motion, but somehow I was sensing and processing things faster than I could physically react.
How I book-ended Lent: A travel guide
Around much of the Caribbean, the period before Lent is a whole season; indeed in Haiti, the Carnaval season seems to stretch from the New Year right up to Mardi Gras.
