#1: Man: “Do you
know why the Dead Sea is so good?”
Me: “No.”
Man: “Because you
are in it.” He smiles and
winks.
What?! That doesn’t even make sense. I’m in my scrubs at
the hospital, mister, not my swimsuit at the Dead Sea! But anyhoo…the days are always interesting.
:P (See how happy he looks with the two
of us here? Definitely snuck his arm around at the LAST moment before the pic was taken - reminded me an awful lot of THIS happening - ha! http://carainmadagascar.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-your-third-wife.html)
#2: “I will take my
medicine now, but when you leave I will have a problem.” Oh really? “Yes, I
will have a problem taking my medicine because not only are you beautiful on
the outside, but you have a beautiful heart.” Again, illogical. My beauty has nothing to
do with whether or not you should or can take pills. Keep taking ‘em, mister,
and be healed.
#4: “Hello.” You think I jest. The Arabic word that sounds like helloa means “you’re
cool and beautiful," so when you think you’re just getting a greeting… ;)
#3: “We should get
married.” No frills, straight to the
point. This one’s the most common and
just might be my favorite. Lol. And I guess this one’s Syrian and Yemeni as
well as Jordanian. :P The guy on the
right asked me this one, the guy on the left is a fellow volunteer nurse. :)
My patients make me laugh. Which is incredible when they are going
through so much. Thank you guys so much
for praying for them. N*s abscess is
healing beautifully, but a large open wound on her elbow is not, so if you
could lift that up, that’d be great.
PTL relationships among the staff are going well. The maintenance crew, teachers, lab tech, and
nurses came over for an American meal tonight.
We’ve done fried chicken and homemade pizza nights already, but this
time I made chicken pot pie and they were astounded. “THIS is a traditional American dish?” One
asked. “I thought Americans only ate hamburgers like from McDonalds!” Ha ha ha.
I also got the neat opportunity to go out to a town on the Iraqi/Jordanian border. There are many Bedouins
out there without access to medical care, so once a week a doctor, director,
and nurse go out and put on a clinic. It’s
a 5 hour bus ride, apparently, that the Palestinian director did in 2.5. Wowza
did we go fast.
The scale at the clinic cracked me up because it’s so
Arabic – right to left and of course in kilos! The director bought Aileen (below) and I both an extra stuffed shawarma and a cold coke for the trip home, so I was
one happy and satisfied girl. ;)
This woman is one of the founders of the hospital and she
is amazing. We ended up bringing one of
the patients home with us. He was
diagnosed (in another city) with diabetes a month ago and his blood sugar was
almost 500 when we checked it. Basically any time he starts
to feel bad he drinks sugary juice and eats packaged cookies. Let’s just say a little education is in
order! He’s at the hospital now and, in
true Bedouin fashion, doesn’t like rules or confinement so I often have to
search for him in order to give him his insulin. :P
My dear friends, may “The LORD bless you and keep you; the
LORD make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up His
countenance upon you, and give you peace” Numbers 6:24-26. He is so good!
1 comment:
It's because you're beautiful both inside and out, and they want it for themselves.
Not realizing that it's the inside that is much more important, and the joyful spirit comes from following Christ!
I pray that your presence encourages them to ask about your faith, and that you are able to share with them.
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