I is sweaty

I would like to write an entry today about how human beings adapt. Both as Haitians adapt to life here and as I adapt to life here. But rather, I am hot, sweaty, and have little patience left, so I plan to only share a few random thoughts.

I can't really speak English anymore. Anyone who's been here has learned this quickly (hence title). I can't really speak Creole well either, enough to get by and understand and say what I need. I also can't seem to think properlly. Charcoal is kind of like fire right...? Ugh.

Waiting here in Haiti is a common, everyday, occurrence. My time at the Clinic in this role is completed at the end of July. To me that's not much time to make sure that the 2 accountants know what they need to know. I can't teach them when they are not there. Sometimes I wait hours for them to show up. ("I'll be back in 30-40 minutes turns out to be 4 hours). Sigh. I also feel like I'm repeating myself, repeatedly! This would be why my patience is on the low end right now. Thank goodness for laughter though. Where would I be without laughing with friends.

I take frequent withdrawals from the patience bank. There are little "shacks" or buildings here in Haiti that are called the patience bank (it's not a bank but some kind of lottery, not really sure exactly how it works though or when because I don't see people in them often). I don't often make deposits in my own patience bank account but I know that back home many are doing this for me (thanks for all the prayers and deposits!!!)

It's getting hot around here. I dread the days of constant sweat and smells you never knew were possible to come from your body. Any week now. It's been cloudy the last week and a half but it's still hot. I is sweaty and I is smelly.

We have a big/important committee meeting tomorrow evening. A lot of financial matters and procedures to discuss. All prayers would be appreciated.

And m'ap tann. Chak jou, m'ap tann
(I am waiting. Every day, I am waiting)