Far From Obamacare here...

For the first time since my arrival, I grew nervous on Saturday night 11/6. I returned home to the lovely Quality Hotel to find a strange scene in front of the hotel. I was a bit perplexed when we pulled up, there were two people standing and watching a guy on the ground – who at first I thought was sleeping under his truck. We drove closer and I realized the motorcycle had hit the truck. I jumped out and asked if anyone had called an ambulance. They weren’t sure if there was an ambulance in town. Neither had approached him or contacted anyone. I called the police and found that the call went directly to Khartoum. Next was a call to the RSO (Regional Security Officer) to ask him to contact the ambulance. He didn’t know how, but called the TOC (Tactical Operations Center), who then had to search for the number, found it, asked for the ambulance, but the the Clinic with the Ambulance had to request permission to send the Ambulance. In the meantime I saw that Issac-who had been in the wreck had his right jaw sliced to the bone and his upper lip was split in half and pulled back from his face. His shirt was covered with blood and he was in a mild state of shock. It was pretty gruesome. I was trying to get him to calm down and hold still to slow the bleeding. Finally, someone drove off to get the police, who brought a truck and took the guy to the hospital. Too long of a delay…and it became more frustrating the longer we waited and the more Issac started to cry.