Exhausted with a capital E

Ami, grace à Dieu, came to help me at Nutrition. We weighed 41 babies and gave out 8 rations of flour—meaning there were 8 babies needing their mothers informed of the program, drugs allotted and given rendezvous. Both people from the village I visited with PC came! I was so happy the CSCOM successfully referred them. We didn’t finish until well past 2pm and it was easily 40°--Aliou guessed 43°. That’s 110°F!! The office was disgusting when we were done. Afterward, I cleaned it all up with bleach and demanded people take off their shoes. We really need mats in the hallway to keep the dirt out. Zubbu was annoyed I only came for food and then when right back to the hospital for feedings. I was so tired I couldn’t even stay after dinner for my favorite kind of bita: wheat serri. But my ear is leaking brain juice and the antibiotics are helping but I hate going to the pharmacy so much. At least a woman there agree with me when I called the Pharmacist to his face an aruzey kaŋ moñey ga kogu hala a man ti moso. Basically, he's a bit of a jerk.