Slings

There are lots of different ways to use the word sling.

Sling shot, sling back shoes, singapor sling, sling that wraps around cargo, or a sling as in bandage.

My familiarity comes in the way of supporting your arm after injury.

Yep. I fell, head over heels carrying groceries and landed on my hands and knees. The fall pushed my arm up to my shoulder socket.

So, what did this experience offer me?

First, to be the object of amusement for four little boys. Anytime I can be of assistance just call me.

Second, I learned that swigging a non-alcoholic Becks beer might help you to think you are at home, but you are not.

Third, removing clothes to clean all the cuts is just a painful here as at home.

Fourth, my next door neighbor helped me clean everything with good old fashioned soap and bottled water. Then she helped me fashion a sling out of the shoulder wraps I brought with me just in case I was going to cover my head.

Fifth, Dr. Fares (pronounced Ferris) meant what he said about coming whenever I needed him. He did and he escorted me to the hospital, made all the arrangments with a doctor, took me to the clinic for x-rays and then back to the hospital. Nothing is broken.

Fares then went to get a sling and the medicine and returned with instructions to email him every hour with a report.

The part of the hospital and clinic that I saw was clean, but I could not tell who was a doctor and who wasn't. No white jackets and name tags.

Finally, even while he is in Juba, Enock made sure that Sapanna, Nicholas and the newly arrived Rev. James came to the house to make sure that I was ok.

So, while I am uncomfortable, I am more annoyed that I cannot drive Tito's car while he is in Juba. I have only gotten to drive it a total of 30 minutes.

However, I can still say that I drove a car in Sudan.