[I'm retroblogging my medical elective in Nazareth EMMS Hospital, Israel, in 1993. In November 2009 I am joining the Nazareth Bike Ride from Amman in Jordan to Nazareth, to raise much-needed funds for the hospital. Please sponsor me, and follow my training progress on Twitter!]
The purpose of my time in Nazareth (nominally at least) was to acquire medical training, prior to my final year at medical school. Is it odd, therefore, that the medical exposure is the aspect I remember *least*? I started off in the ER under the supervision of Dr Steph Nash. I don't know where he ended up, but he and the family finished their "tour of duty" about half-way through my time. Nice chap - I think the only photo I have of him was when he was getting soaked as part of his farewell party.
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The ER could be pretty chaotic - at one stage we had a breadknife-wielding granny remonstrating loudly about something or other, as various relatives flailed around in degrees of voluble distress. Granny had stabbed someone (minor) in one of those family feuds that flare up from time to time. Fortunately the situation was resolved without further bloodshed (in the ER at least), and her relative sustained only minor injuries. Lesson – never drop your guard!