I have mentiond before on SF that, in spite of having a reasonable command of speaking French (subject to the decay of age which I also share with English), and of reading and writing it well, the acceleration of the decline in my comprehension is quite serious, especially on the telephone to the extent that I avoid such conversations almost entirely.
Back at the end of last year my then doctor understood perfectly and suggested a specialist hearing examination. The wait was long and finally she informed me that I have a rdv set for 17H on Tuesday July the 5th, yesterday. She gave me a sealed letter addressed to the doctor and, of course, I didn’t open it.
What to do about Fran and Jules, in this weather impossible to take them with me so an arrangement was made with a friend to either take them to her or for her to ‘babysit’ here. So far so good, her husband dropped her off and she was installed in front of our telly with Fran with plenty of cold water and free flowing air to watch Wimbledon. I was worried about parking so left myself plenty of time and got to Clinique du Parc 40 minutes before the appointment. Shouldn’t have worried, there were spaces in the small car park and in I went with my pass sanitaire and mask, was asked to change to one of their masks and directed to the doctor’s secretary.
‘Il n’est pas per la, il est en vacance’ was my greeting. But I have a rdv and it was made some 6 months ago, is there someone else sitting in for him. No, no-one, go home and make another appointment. And that was that, she never even cracked a sympathetic smile and seemed to enjoy the fact that her computer did not have a record of my rdv. Even the little wave goodbye was not friendly but mocking as I trudged back to the car.
Not sure what to do, get my neighbour who is French and very helpful to make another appointment or ask the new doctor to do the same. Knowing my neighbour as I do, I think she is favourite.
Might have to get her to sit with Fran if she does, because our friend is only a holiday home visitor and may not be here next time.
Still, I did get 25 litres of diesel at Inter, 16 cents cheaper than locally, thus knocking €4 off the €22.5 running costs for the round trip. So a small mercy. But very sad after all the wonderful things I have said about the French health service recently, all justified.