Last week was the eye clinic, and I'm sad to say that the boy I wrote about in blog post from last week wasn't able to be helped. The doctors said that they just couldn't do anything to restore his sight. I really hope that even though we couldn't help his eyes that he would have been able to feel our love and that we truly care for him. He traveled a long way to get to our village when he heard about they eye clinic, so I don't know if I'll ever see the boy again, but I sure think about him a lot.

This week I visited an NGO called Generation Journey. They have asked me to help them with an agricultural project. I'm really excited about the opportunity, but there is so much to learn before I can help! I've found that I know very little about tropical agriculture! I will probably be working there one or two days a week helping out. I was also went to visit a man from our church's plantation. We call him Pomelo Man. He has a pomelo plantation and amazing gardens! These are some of his gourds. The one being held up by bands is about the size of a 3 year old child.

Generation Journey's Website:
http://www.generation-journey.org/thailand/index_th.php

I Miss Frankie.

So the day before yesterday, I was walking to my language lesson and I got bit by a dog! It literally came out of nowhere and bit my ankle and the bottom of my heel. Ouch. So I hobbled to my team leader's house - it was the closest place. He wanted to rush me to the hospital on the back of his motorbike. Instead I called Cindy, the nurse on our team and she came to check me out. They took me to our little hospital in town which was a cultural experience in itself.
The check-in room, waiting room, and emergency room was all the same room. The doctor looked like he was seventeen and was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. The nurse was so sweet, but was dressed like a nurse in a horror movie. They did the usual weight, measurements, are you single or married, etc. Then laid me down to scrub my wound out. They told me that I needed to have a rabies shot and a tetanus shot! I told them that I didn't want a tetanus shot, that I was up to date. But then the nurse came at me with two needles! I called my team leader, Nelson, over and told him to tell the nurse that I did not want the tetanus. Nelson looked at me and said "I paid for it. You have to get it." Okay. So I did. So, two days later, with two sore arms and a gimp foot, I think I'm on the recovery path. And my dad is sending me a nightstick.