A day in the life of an Ebola doctor

I wake up with a sore throat brought on from inhaling chlorine fumes.

Paranoia kicks in so I take my temperature for the 10th time that morning.

Arrive at the treatment centre and hear the inevitable news of many deaths inside.

Get dressed in protective clothing making sure not a millimetre of skin is showing.

Prepare to remove the bodies - we label the body bags before entering.

We started off double-bagging the bodies but now there are not enough to go around

Empty the buckets of faeces and vomit and try to say cheerful good mornings to the patients.

I spray chlorine solution as I go - we touch nothing without spraying even though we wear three pairs of gloves.

The morgue is full now so we have to leave the dead outside.

I enter another room… It could be the scene of a horror film - four patients have died and some of them bled profusely.

Blood has mixed with chlorine and faeces on the floor

We struggle to get the bodies into bags.

One of my colleagues leaves after bagging the first body, another follows, the third can only hold the chlorine spray.

The final two bodies defeat us and we must leave them for the next team.

Fainting from heat exhaustion is a high and dangerous possibility.

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