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Life, Death and Grim Routine Fill the Day at a Liberian Ebola Clinic
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NEW YORK TIMES Oct. 8, 2014
DETAILED STORY OF WHAT A DAY IS LIKE IN A LIBERIAN EBOLA CLINIC
By Sheri Fink, MD
MDSUAKOKO, Liberia — The dirt road winds and dips, passes through a rubber plantation and arrives up a hill, near the grounds of an old leper colony. The latest scourge, Ebola, is under assault here in a cluster of cobalt-blue buildings operated by an American charity, International Medical Corps. In the newly opened treatment center, Liberian workers and volunteers from abroad identify who is infected, save those they can and try to halt the virus’s spread.
It is a place both ordinary and otherworldly. Young men who feel well enough run laps around the ward; acrid smoke wafts from a medical waste incinerator into the expansive tropical sky; doctors are unrecognizable in yellow protective suits; patients who may not have Ebola listen to a radio with those who do, separated by a fence and fresh air.
Here are the rhythms of a single day:
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