Hmmm, nice...
I bet this type of answer is going to be prevalent this week, I'll get mine in now.
A slight misunderstanding by a friend while rock climbing, (misunderstanding between the length of a rope and that of a climb), resulted in me taking a rather spectacular fall in France. All things considered, I came off rather lucky. The only real nasty was my open knee. Opened up like a Happy Eater sign, you could watch my entire kneecap if you were so inclined. Being a tough man type, I climbed out of the 1km high gorge we were in, and went to the beer place.
It was generally agreed the next day a doctor would be needed. So my errant friend took me to the nearest doctor in the region.
WOW! All thoughts of pain gone, this vision of beauty slowly and tenderly undressed my knee with its make shift bandages, all the while looking deep into my (agog) eyes. My limited French meant she had to struggle with English, turning an ordinary language into ear porn.
She held my knee open with one hand, and with the other slid a large syringe (sans needle) right into the wound to clean it out.
"Zis will probably hurt" (How do you type a rolling r?) As she sprayed the vile solution into me my friend went green and sat down on the floor. I smiled, and tried to think up a suitable chat up line.

So I'm all for bringing doctors from abroad. As long as she's one of them.

Not funny, but I'd do it all over again just for her.
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 15:54, Reply)