I've been cleaning the wounds for 2 and a half weeks at the village now but i've decided the wounds I just cleaned will be the last.

There are a few reasons for this.

• I hate that we are going there, cleaning there wounds and leaving again. No care should be like this and I feel embarressed that this is how it is. That's not any of the volunteers fault but I just find it so hard. Cleaning the wounds stops there feet getting any worse. The wounds are not cleaned as often as they should and so they have no chance of ever healing a little more. We use cotton wool which leaves the fibres behind and sometimes I just find it all counterproductive.
• Having prosprognosia sucks. I've only been able to put a name to what i have for 6 months or so and it finally makes sense why i never really recognise people well. I suck at faces and it is only a little thing but when you begin to recognise the person by the wound in which you are cleaning, it's really not good. My own mind is removing the identity of that person away and identifying them by the state of there feet. I feel really bad that it's the only way i can identify who the person is and i find it embarressing for me. I much prefer recognising people for the way they walk/talk/behave/hair. hmpf.
• Were going to buy them all new shoes and give them some new clothes and stuff. It's only a simple gesture but there shoes are on there last legs. I am hoping the copious amount of gauze and bandages we donated get used here.I hate so much the way in which they are segregated. How can someone with a disability walk a long dusty 10 minute road to any form of civilization. How can they be a part of a community when they are known as the cured lepers. These people have no contact with any of there family and are shunned. I hate it and i hate there is limited in which i can do.

I've attatched a photo of one of the persons living in the village. I juat gave him his new shoes and I have to say, i think that is the most helpful thing we did there. Sad.