My toilet has been running all day. Seems the stopper in the tank wasn't sealing. So, like any good I'm -going-to-survive-at-Galmi-if-its-the-last-thing-I-do prefielder, I unscrewed the flusher (they're on the top of the tank here), lifted the lid, and (thankfully there was nothing abnormally gross inside . . . or I may have run out my flat shrieking "GOD WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME TO DO THIS?!?!? HA! I can handle burn care, but when it comes to things growing in a toilet tank, I'm helpless) wait . . . where was I. Oh, yes, I fiddled with thingy inside, and suddenly, the water in the bowl stopped running and the tank was actually filling. I DID IT!!! My very first do-it-yourself-plumbing-job-in-Africa.
I replaced the lid, screwed the flusher knob back on, and voila! Wait . . . WHAT'S THAT?!?!?! WATER RUNNING!?!?! Somehow I managed to loosen the seal when I screwed it back on!! OY! So, Plan B: turn off the water source and call the maintanance man . . . or at least mention it to some who knows Hausa and can call the shop to send a workman around. He had it fixed in about a minute and a half. So much for being an independent woman!!
(OOOOOOOh, the power just came back on . . . not bad, only out about an hour. And as far as I know, this is the first power outage since I've been here! PTL!!)
So I've had several requests for pictures of the palm protectors I made for the little guys at the hospital. So here you go (along with one of the front of the hospital):
The front of the hospital.
Palm protectors for tiny hands (the fat middle part fits in the palm; the straps are tied around the dorsum of the hand . . . they work okay, better than nothing, but for the little guys with really high tone, after about a day and a half they're pretty smushed . . . so I'm going to need to come up with a better model . . . although little resting hand splints would be ideal. I could have tried some out of plater of paris, but their hands are SO tiny that it would just been a really big mess).