A Quarter of the Last 24 Hours at Hospital

We have spent about a quarter of the last 24 hours at the local hospital.

Yesterday afternoon it was at A&E where the wife had her cast removed and more X-rays. After these it was determined that she had a small fracture of the cuboid bone in her foot. Hence, they put the cast back on and she has to telephone for an appointment with an orthopaedic surgeon. The diary is starting to suffer from medical congestion!!

This morning it was chemotherapy in Outpatients. Near the welcome desk they keep wheelchairs stacked a bit like supermarket trolleys. You need to get a token to release the wheelchair. In order to get one of these you have to leave house keys, car keys or a mobile phone, in exchange for the token. I did this already last week. As I was approaching the desk the lady there already had the token ready for me. I handed over my house keys and was soon wheeling the wife along the corridors.

I am starting to recognise the private ambulance crews and quite a few of the staff at the hospital. I am on nodding terms with the woman who checks the coronavirus vaccine passes. I know some of the patients who smoke outside, by sight. Legless man was there today as we were leaving.

After the appointment we stopped by the pharmacy to pick up the anticoagulant heparin. The pharmacist being thoroughly professional asked what other medication she was on, what had happened etc. I showed her all the prescriptions. We had a brief discussion and as usual they are mildly surprised that I understand what is going on. I have to explain that I used to teach chemistry, so this explains things for a trained pharmacist. {The level of training here is very high indeed.}

Not only is the wife a pin cushion but something of a rattle, metaphorically speaking. I am getting the idea that there is a novelty factor where a British person has a fair stab at the language. The protagonists, in a friendly manner, prolong the conversation just to see how well you can cope. I have some very niche vocabulary now.

As it transpires in 18 months’ time we can apply for French citizenship / nationality. It seems that I meet the minimum language requirement for oral and writing French, namely B1. My French teacher said I was off the scale for written comprehension.

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