There is no dignity in being a patient during a cholera epidemic. The place I’m at right now, where 10,000 Congolese have rocked up in, essentially, the past two weeks, is having (or, possibly, is ending) a cholera epidemic. As most of you know (I think, do normal people have intimate knowledge about cholera?), when you’re sick with this particularly yicky disease you lose all control of bowels and have gross, dehydrating, eventually killing diarrhea.
The standard protocol for dealing with this?
Rows and rows and rows of beds with holes and buckets and rows and rows and rows of naked tushies hanging out of those holes.
It is just… demeaning.