Remember my post about MTI last year where I talked about yuck ducks? Well, I had a yuck duck moment a couple of weeks ago that was more funny than hard.
I have come to Kijabe at a really exciting time for the ENT clinic. We have a brand new building. By the end of the year, we will have 2 ENTs, a speech pathologist and myself seeing patients in this beautiful new space. One of our greatest hopes is to house Kenya’s only fully-staffed cleft palate clinic. I have a front row seat as we dream and plan for all of these things. I am having a lot of fun.
Where the new building is concerned, there is one thing I both love and hate: the floors are super shiny. When they are clean, it looks really nice. The challenge is that Kijabe is a place with limited pavement and a wealth of dirt. It comes inside through open windows, cracks under doors and on the soles of all of our shoes and makes my shiny white tile look very dirty. I may be a little obsessed with keeping it clean. I am sure that one day this will be beaten out of me, but for now, I do what I can to feed my monster that loves for things to be spotless.
The first time housekeeping came to clean, I was on my way to do a test on an inpatient in the hospital, so I smiled at the gentleman who walked in with just a mop (in hindsight, the lack of a bucket should have been a clue that something truly special was about to happen) and felt relieved that we would finally stop making footprints in the dust as we moved around the building.
I noticed the mopped tile when I returned, but I thought nothing of it until I went into the bathroom. That was when I remembered a few things…#1 – the sink in the bathroom did not work yet, #2 – the drain in the break room sink had not been installed, so the water there could not be used either, and #3 – I had the only keys to the other rooms that had sinks.
I called housekeeping to mop with just one (admittedly handy) source of water to use…
Looking at the toilet, it seemed that someone had put something into it (say, a mop) and then pulled it back out soaking wet, leaving slightly dirty water (say, the kind that may be a result of mopping a dirty floor) all over the place…you see where I am going with this, yes?
There are days when life here starts to feel normal. Then there are days when someone mops my clinic with toilet water.