Day 30

Back to the clinic. This man was so cute. He is super old, lives with only his wife, and works on his small plot of land daily. But he has TB and will no longer have the stamina to work. I don't think he's come to the realization yet that it will soon be difficult to keep his and his wife's bellies full, and I was heartbroken (in a bittersweet sort of way) to see that he still had a toothless smile on his face. 

The dude who looked down my shirt is back! With his posse. The one in the green mask potentially gave the infection to one of his friends who came in to get tested. With what I would consider to be a grave situation, they were still laughing and cracking jokes and making fun of one another.  

I leaned down to read one of the guys's pants and said "HOOOOT MAIL." He responded with "Why thank you Madame!" I couldn't help but laugh. 

After the dudes had their consultation and left, the one who looked down my shirt previously after I had bent down to read the scale came back with a friend to ask me to check his friends' weight. I was so proud of myself for knowing their scheme this time around. I told him that he could check the scale for his friend!