Pass me the drill please

The orthopedic surgeon from Mwanza came this week to do all the orthopedic surgeries for this month. It's a particularly good looking fellow, as he is well aware, our entire female staff is drooling over him while he walkes past. He on the other hand is more interested in the current rates of Amsterdam's prostitutes. Inge and I are no experts on this matter.

He on the other hand is an expert on limb correcting surgeries for X-legs or O-legs. It's great to see those debilitating deformaties gone by the end of the day. The second most common pathology are contractures: scar tissue of the skin that forces the joint in an awkward useless position. Sadly, mostly children are affected after they've burned themselves on the charcoal fires. With some strategicly places insicions, the elbows and fingers are freed. I work from 8 in the morning and was about to leave around 5 pm, when they brought in a 20-year-old PikiPiki driver from Tarime. He was involved in an motorcycle accident and it had snapped the bones in his right leg clean through the middle. Halfway through the surgery, the sun was already gone for quite some time, came the thunder. And the rain. So only seconds later "hakuna umeme" no more power. Luckily the operating theatre runs in solar power, were it not for the fact that everybody was chargibg all their phones and laptops on the grid.

The first thing I did was unplug all unneccesary equiment and rejoined the OP. Ppprrrrrr, what now? The drill's batery died, and the second one was not yet charged. Luckily they are no stranger to hard manual labor, and the operation worked out just fine with the hand powered saw and drill.

12 hours after the start of the day we celebrate with konjagi and kilimanjaro beer at the bar. It's Carmen's last day. The orthopedic surgeon joined us as well, luckily this time withhout enquiring the rates of the ladies of the night.