I’m writing this somewhere over Morocco and my stomach is tied in little knots of excitement and just a hint of trepidation. I’m en route to join the King’s Sierra Leone Partnership which is currently running the Ebola Isolation Unit in Connaught Hospital, Freetown. After a year of happily living in PhD-land, which has mostly involved wrestling with pipettes, I’m hurling myself into the biggest outbreak ever of a virus the very name of which makes people blanch. Bonkers. Clearly.
And yet there really isn’t anywhere else in the world I should be. I’ve always hero worshipped those who volunteered for Medecins Sans Frontieres and similar crisis response NGOs, and wondered if I‘d have the guts to go myself.… Seguir leyendo »