medical fieldwork 2025-09-20T18:53:14Z

Rain hammered the tin roof like a frantic drummer as candlelight danced across the bamboo walls of our remote medical camp. My stomach dropped when the generator sputtered its last breath – right as Dr. Amina shoved her tablet toward me. "The pediatric grant proposal," she whispered, voice tight with panic. "Deadline in 90 minutes. Satellite internet's dead too." My fingers trembled scrolling through the 47-page PDF on my dying phone. Mountains of research data blurred as sweat trickled down my