some weeks and slow and kind of boring, others are good and you feel like you have accomplished some important work, and others are GREAT! this was one of the GREAT and exciting weeks! thank you Jesus! we felt as if we accomplished so much and had such a wonderful time doing it. well a wonderful time, EXCEPT for taking demon dogs to the vets for the last of their puppy shots. they looked so cute sitting quietly in the rear of the van as we shut the tailgate and pulled out of the driveway....didn't last long!! before we were a half mile down the road, both had jumped into the passenger area and vomited and well, you know....done 'other things' as well. between the heat, the smells and the pups tracking through all the puddles of messes, it was not a pleasant trip. we had to wait at least an hour at the vet's. it is, without a doubt, a very unusual set up for a vet. the waiting room is also the examining room. small dogs are examined on a wooden round table in the middle of the room (someone removes the plastic plant first) and larger dogs are treated in the middle of the floor. bob and woofie were treated on the floor...bob first...on goes the muzzle and GOOD THING! during every injection, there was a symphony of sounds as if he was being skinned alive! there were whimpers and groans and muffled howls, yelps and whining....omg..it was horrible! woofie next...muzzle...injections...not a sound! yay woofie. wow, thank goodness that's done...then you have to go into the vet's office as he hand writes the bill and calculates the cost and you pay him cash. he is happy to see me again, he remembers that i have been in the states and is looking forward to me bringing the pups again. seiously, looking forward to bob? hahaha....Ugandan politeness. someone has helped to clean the messes out of the van...he suggests next time we do not feed the dogs....and we give him a tip and the ordeal is over. this 'event' took at least four hours...and we are all exhausted!
i think that i really didn't know what to expect when patrick asked me if i wanted to go to kisenyi slum and clean and bandage wounds and feed people. i had heard about kisenyi, that it was the worse slum in kampala...but i didn't think it could be much worse than the slums of trujillo, peru where we assisted in opening alternative schools and held our first dental mission a few years ago. and truthfully, it wasn't worse.....it was different. it was so crowded and there were so many homeless kids and everyone seemed to stare at me. i'm not usually bothered by that, except that a man approached and asked why more people like me weren't doing more to help people like him. i wanted to say...people like me? do you mean white people, american people, women...what do you mean? but humbly i had to admit it was a cry for help by someone who was angry, and hungry, and sick and probably tired and alone. why don't more people help? well..starting with the UGANDAN government? i tried to explain we were only a few in our group, that our resources were limited...all that...but it sounded like a pathetic excuse and i stopped talking. 
he showed me his rash and i gave him a tube of neosporin and he thanked and hugged me and we had our pic taken together. and i thought.....dear Lord..show me the way to help these people who cannot help themselves and i held back the tears.
