I came at 11 right after class and immediately got to work passing out flyers with two of the girls from the group. The boys (Kyle, Nolan, and Daniel) also came to help out during the afternoon and went another direction with flyers. When we ran out of flyers, we came back to the church to see what else could be done. I helped with registration and translating questions and directions between our patients and nurses/doctors for a while.
When a young mom with 2 little girls came in I helped keep them happy and told them what the doctor was doing as she did it.
After lunch we got hit pretty hard with patients. Some that were new, some that had come in earlier but had to leave before they were seen, and some that were coming back with ALL of their children. The line got so long that we even had to close the door an hour early just to finish getting everyone seen and the medical team on their way to their next stop on time!
About 5:00 P.M. the director asked me if I felt comfortable translating. I thought I might be able to help a little bit so I said "Sure," Little did I know that translating meant "for the doctors." I learned a few generic health terms really quickly and BAM! there I was telling the doctor what the patient was saying and telling the patient the doctor's diagnosis and how to take medicines.
That was probably the most terrifying experience that I've had here so far. With all the pressure of being right and precise with what I know, /I found out just how much I really don't know.
Pray for us as we make follow-up contacts with these people and especially for those who have already visited the church again.