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Back in town

I am back in the UK and starting work Monday. Looking forward to catching up with people soon. And come back here for entertaining tales of culture clash as the weeks pass - my first job is ITU which could not be further removed from rural South African medicine.

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Anonymous said…
Welcome back to the UK Ed!

Must get back in touch.

Nick
1 March 2008 at 23:07
Anonymous said…
Hi!

I have become so interested in all your wonderful medical stories! Please come back and post soon - I'm starting to feel 'medical-story deprivation'! Thanks for keeping me entertained on many a sleepless night while up with my insomniac baby!

Clair
7 March 2008 at 21:21
Anonymous said…
bloody hell mate is the culture shock really this bad?! i'm going to SA soon and now i'm worried about coming home already!
hoping for an epilogue soon.

best wishes,

mark
29 March 2008 at 16:19
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