A blog post with no photos! What happened?
Well, I wasn't expecting to need my camera, in fact I was quite stressed when I set off for my first appointment with my new Doctor yesterday.
My experience of the French health Service has been mixed, with my initial treatment being a horrible experience that lasted a couple of years with quite serious consequences. So as I have written before my next Doctor was quite the opposite to his predecessor, kind, caring, patient and determined to help, which he did. Thanks to his efforts my health improved dramatically.
So I was quite upset when I phoned to make an appointment and a recorded message told me that he had gone and the 'cabinet' as the surgeries are called was closed forever!
Further enquiries revealed that his wife was very unhappy here, they had a new baby and have moved to be closer to her parents. They were only here for about two years and will be greatly missed.
I prevaricated until my prescriptions had nearly run out, then had to do something. I really was not looking forward to it at all. In the end I chose a name at random and put the address in the satnav.
As I pulled up outside the huge 18th Century granite house with its massive front door and the oak shutters, now a lovely silvery grey without a scrape of original paint I knew I had made the right choice. In fact I would have put up with an average Doctor just to have a nose around inside the house!
The door alone was incredible with a huge lock that had a key that was nearly a foot long!
The waiting room was a very different affair with a very 1950's feel, I suppose it must have been quite posh at the time, with the panels of the doors padded with pistachio velvet.
Even more of a surprise was the Doctor, from the first moment it was obvious that he was a kind and happy person. He had twinkling eyes as a big smile. He also had a great sense of humour, especially about how, prudish 'Les Anglais' are, me included of course, in fact especially me at that moment.
I never thought I would find myself discussing the meaning of life with someone I had only just met while wearing only my knickers!
He talked non-stop, and despite covering all the health issues managed to include all kinds of philosophical musings, his love of travel and above all his passion for this area and the 'montagnards' that he treats.
His contentment was infectious. So I am a happy healthy bunny again.
Next time I'm going to take my camera.
Well, I wasn't expecting to need my camera, in fact I was quite stressed when I set off for my first appointment with my new Doctor yesterday.
My experience of the French health Service has been mixed, with my initial treatment being a horrible experience that lasted a couple of years with quite serious consequences. So as I have written before my next Doctor was quite the opposite to his predecessor, kind, caring, patient and determined to help, which he did. Thanks to his efforts my health improved dramatically.
So I was quite upset when I phoned to make an appointment and a recorded message told me that he had gone and the 'cabinet' as the surgeries are called was closed forever!
Further enquiries revealed that his wife was very unhappy here, they had a new baby and have moved to be closer to her parents. They were only here for about two years and will be greatly missed.
I prevaricated until my prescriptions had nearly run out, then had to do something. I really was not looking forward to it at all. In the end I chose a name at random and put the address in the satnav.
As I pulled up outside the huge 18th Century granite house with its massive front door and the oak shutters, now a lovely silvery grey without a scrape of original paint I knew I had made the right choice. In fact I would have put up with an average Doctor just to have a nose around inside the house!
The door alone was incredible with a huge lock that had a key that was nearly a foot long!
The waiting room was a very different affair with a very 1950's feel, I suppose it must have been quite posh at the time, with the panels of the doors padded with pistachio velvet.
He talked non-stop, and despite covering all the health issues managed to include all kinds of philosophical musings, his love of travel and above all his passion for this area and the 'montagnards' that he treats.
His contentment was infectious. So I am a happy healthy bunny again.
Next time I'm going to take my camera.
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