NOT MY MOM! Afghanistan is a different world. I am used to a pristine world with clean, cool drinking water, a flushable toilet and all the toilet paper that my bowl can handle. I love a nice long, hot shower and blow drying my hair to make it silky soft and stylish. I can wash my hands and then use them to eat with. But, not here- I am in Afghanistan. I have no blow dryer, water is bottled, and they have real outhouses. Thank you God that they don't have the squatty potty's here! They don't call this the sandbox for nothing.
Thanks to all of the sand, everything is dirty. There is no way to keep anything clean. You get sand in places it should never be. Think of going to the beach- but worse. Sick call is always unusual. A pimple on your face will turn into a facial abscess in a day, mosquito bites get infected on a regular basis, (or I think it's mosquito's, who can tell, everything bites here). Sand in your eye, (remember I talked about the sand storms), can be a ripped cornea with little effort and infection is rampant. Sinus problems are common, (Claritin anyone? It should be given out in the free tub next to the chapstick and condoms), and so is foot ailments so disgusting that you can't go into the showers without shoes. There is no way to keep your feet clean and dry. Nasty fungus between your toes, under your nail, ripped skin from the sharp rocks...these are the things that keep me in business and allow me to do procedures...arrrr,arrr (thanks tim the tool man for that wonderful expression of satisfaction). I am learning how to extract ingrown toenail. Now aren't you jealous that you didn't come with! I can also drain your pusy, (you try to spell it), wounds with a simple cut from my scalpel. Stitches should be a breeze since I sew and cross stitch, so watch out! You might end up with a pretty little rose on your ripped up, muscular thigh- oo la, la. That's one way to leave my mark here. I am becoming the medic with the most-est! USA! USA! USA!
Thanks to all of the sand, everything is dirty. There is no way to keep anything clean. You get sand in places it should never be. Think of going to the beach- but worse. Sick call is always unusual. A pimple on your face will turn into a facial abscess in a day, mosquito bites get infected on a regular basis, (or I think it's mosquito's, who can tell, everything bites here). Sand in your eye, (remember I talked about the sand storms), can be a ripped cornea with little effort and infection is rampant. Sinus problems are common, (Claritin anyone? It should be given out in the free tub next to the chapstick and condoms), and so is foot ailments so disgusting that you can't go into the showers without shoes. There is no way to keep your feet clean and dry. Nasty fungus between your toes, under your nail, ripped skin from the sharp rocks...these are the things that keep me in business and allow me to do procedures...arrrr,arrr (thanks tim the tool man for that wonderful expression of satisfaction). I am learning how to extract ingrown toenail. Now aren't you jealous that you didn't come with! I can also drain your pusy, (you try to spell it), wounds with a simple cut from my scalpel. Stitches should be a breeze since I sew and cross stitch, so watch out! You might end up with a pretty little rose on your ripped up, muscular thigh- oo la, la. That's one way to leave my mark here. I am becoming the medic with the most-est! USA! USA! USA!
Speaking of, most of the world wants what we have in the good ol' USA...clean water, fresh food, peace and strength. AND, I mean strength without fear. Freedom not to be forced to blow themselves up as a human bomb when the bad guys are holding their families hostage. They speak of MTV and wearing jeans and t-shirts. They dream of saving enough money to move to the USA, land of the free, home of the brave. I've heard of this back home, but to actually meet and talk and see first hand is truly a God given experience. So, when you hear USA bashers carrying on about the war, please recite former Prime Minister Tony Blair of Great Britain when speaking of America," A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at...how many want in...and how many want out." USA, USA, USA! We see foreigners all day in the clinic. The guys flock for our care. 'Course they always start out with asking for mouth to mouth, (for trench foot, I don't get it?)
