1 A LINGUIST'S FIELD NOTES INTRODUCTION ... - Llacan - CNRS
1 A LINGUIST'S FIELD NOTES INTRODUCTION ... - Llacan - CNRS
1 A LINGUIST'S FIELD NOTES INTRODUCTION ... - Llacan - CNRS
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near her place. There was no-one there. A secretary asked us to wait. All the medical<br />
personnel had gone out. We waited half an hour for them to return; then we gave up.<br />
Fred then recommended a doctor whose clinic was opposite his shop. The doctor<br />
studied in Germany and had many white patients. We set off for the doctor’s clinic.<br />
Since distances are long in Ibadan and the roads are sometimes crowded by<br />
incomprehensible traffic jams, it was fortunate that the clinic was not far away.<br />
On our arrival at the clinic, we met a secretary who asked us to wait while she went<br />
to call the doctor. The young doctor calmly examined the wound and prescribed<br />
antibiotics to prevent an infection, of the 15cm wound after stitching it. He took<br />
Sunday into a room, closed the door, stitched up the deep wound and gave Sunday a<br />
penicillin injection. The whole procedure lasted more than an hour. Sunday did not say<br />
a word during the whole episode. He came out of the room looking very pale and<br />
sweating profusely, having probably suffered quite a lot without flinching. He told us<br />
later that because the operation took a long time, the initial anaesthesia lost its efficacy<br />
bit by bit. He returned to the clinic regularly for the next two weeks to take his<br />
penicillin injections and to have the bandage changed. His wound healed very well,<br />
and the whole incident is now no more than an unpleasant memory of his first few<br />
weeks at Ibadan.<br />
Our work continued until Christmas. I went back to Paris, Sunday to Gyara, each of<br />
us to see his family. On my return, I waited for Sunday in vain. After some days I<br />
received a letter in which he informed me that he had broken his collarbone while<br />
driving a motorbike in the narrow roads of the hills in his village. He had gone to the<br />
next village, to a bone-setter who took care of fractures. The sick go to stay with him in<br />
his residence until their limbs have returned to their normal form. He practised a<br />
treatment consisting of vigorous and repeated manipulations aimed at reducing the<br />
fractures in the first instance. This was then followed by massages with chicken grease<br />
and tight bandages. The chickens that produced the grease were bought by the patient<br />
and, once the grease was extracted, the rest of the chicken was eaten by the family of<br />
the bone-setter and by the patient.<br />
Sunday came back at the end of two months, his arm held in place by a sling made<br />
of bands of cloth of uncertain colour, impregnated with stale grease, and from which<br />
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