Roatan - Day 12

Yet another repeat of beach morning, except this time we had a fisherman casting his pole out into the ocean near us, but apparently not near enough.  He scared all the tropical fish our direction.  We were running extremely low on water (the water I purchased the night before seemed a little sketchy and didn’t actually say “purified” on the label, not to be trusted).  Not wise to be out in the sun in such a condition.  On the way back, I ran to a nearby restaurant (ahem, hut) and bought us a few saving bottles.

Interesting day at the clinic today.  I performed my first ultrasound – transabdominal 6 month pregnancy check, the lady’s first one for this pregnancy.  So amazing to see those tiny little arms and legs move and the tiny little heart beating away.  Life is truly a miracle. 

We also had a guy come in with a pretty serious infection on his foot after getting scratched by something on his sailboat 2 weeks earlier.  I really wish I had a picture of this guy to show you… just perfect really.  A true islander.  Picture this: a 30 year old tall gangly German fellow with long sloppy sandy-colored hair and a full unkempt beard wearing black plastic framed glasses sporting a striped polo shirt and pale blue shorts, cut off at the knee and held up with a piece of rope through the belt loops.  No shoes in sight and braided loops around his wrist and ankle.  His clothes probably hadn’t been washed in at least a month.  He had a fabulous accent as well.  Basically he had to choose between securing his sailboat (currently just sitting on the beach and not docked) or going to the hospital to get IV antibiotics.  In one case he might lose his boat and the other, potentially his foot.  Either way, couldn’t believe he actually chose to walk barefoot everywhere. 

We had dinner out with a few of the other ladies volunteering at the clinic, Thai food in West End.  We sat chatting for a good while and enjoying the evening outside (good thing I doused myself in mosquito repellant before we left).  One of the girls is from England so we were all having fun comparing the U.S. with England in so many different ways.  One of her favorite states is Utah and she was absolutely thrilled (!!!) to find out I was Mormon.  “You’re my new favorite person!” she said with enough enthusiasm to turn heads as we were walking down the street.  She is the cutest, a ball of energy and a lovely accent to boot.

While I was locking the door after getting home, J pointed out that there was a gecko above me on the wall.  This little dude has been wandering around our apartment all week and J is terrified of it.  I didn’t think I was either until it ran out onto the ceiling (upside down?!) while I was trying to catch it.  After a little bit of a wild chase and laughing our heads off, I finally caught it in a glass, ran it outside and threw it back into the jungle where it rightfully belongs.  Let’s just hope it doesn’t come back to seek revenge on J…

Ending note: All I want to do right now is blow my nose (stuffed up).  This cold is making it difficult to enjoy island life.