The Rolling Stones sang in Mother’s Little Helper the following words “What a drag it is getting old” and nothing could be truer for me this morning. There is not enough caffeine in this world to get me going, but I go on.
I am now in Nairobi, Kenya working for Arrow Web Hospital as a volunteer for the hospital that is in the Kayole-Soweto slum. I don't live in the slum, but in a nice townhouse in Donholm with a couple of co-workers. Nairobi is a far cry in many, many ways from rural Uganda.
My job is to develop a set of spreadsheets that will compile the information that all 14 of the reports that the Ministry of Health (MOH) requires the hospital to report, some are daily, some are weekly, some are monthly, or quarterly or annually. Much of it is repetitive and the hospital needs something to save time filling out reports. Hence, I have work to do. And not enough time in the day to get this done by the time I go home in May, but I will be an Excel wizard when I do go home.
It is said that time flies when you are having fun, but I say time flies when you hit middle age. So back to my nested^infinity IF statements and linking cells and endless compiling the same information repeatedly as my need for more caffeine grows.