Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
time, or if needed, it can be repaired with surgery.” He knew he was
saying more than was necessary, but he wanted Esmé to believe com­
pletely in his ability to help.
Esmé stroked the puppy’s fur. “So what’s wrong with her? Some­
times when she gets up, she runs really fast like she’s crazy, then she
falls over.”
“Could be hypoglycemia.” He hoped to God it was not parvo.
“We need to get her rehydrated at the very least, and right away.” He
stood up and called to the others on the bus. “Would anyone by
chance have a medicine dropper?”
A terribly long silence. And then a small voice asked, “I have an
eyedropper, but would a sterile needle and syringe be better?” That
was Heidi.
Harry was too surprised to answer at first, then blurted, “You
must be joking. You have one?” And when Heidi’s face reddened and
fell with embarrassment, he revised himself quickly: “What I mean
is, I didn’t expect—”
“I brought it in case of accidents,” he heard Heidi explain. “I read
that you should never get a transfusion in a foreign country. AIDS is
rampant in China and Burma, especially on the border.”
“Of course. Brilliant.”
“I also have tubing.”
“Of course.”
“And dextrose...in an IV solution.”
“Wow!” Esmé said. “That’s so cool.”
Harry scratched his head. “That’s... that’s absolutely amaz­
ing.... I’m not sure if we should use them. After all, if we used your
emergency supplies, they would not be usable later, if, well, you
know, an accident did happen—”
“That’s okay,” Heidi said right away. “That’s why I brought it, for
any emergency, not just for me. I also have glucose tablets, if you
want to try those instead.”
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