Feb
14
We returned from Le Renard to be greeted by an extremely icy entrance and even icier Rue de St Esteve. We parked it was dark, Madame slipped on the ice in the street. Whack! Pain…
After a few moments of stabilisation, we ventured off to the emergency section of the Cavaillon Hospital. It’s a Friday night, it’s a public hospital and there is a language barrier, especially when it comes to medical terminology.
We could not be more praiseworthy of the medical personnel. It was only moments after arriving that x-rays had been taken, diagnosis made, a consultation with an orthopaedic surgeon made, blood tests, cardiogram and a two hour stabilisation and pain management programme began.
Wrapped in an elastic a very drugged Madame was taken home for a painful night.
Early Saturday we armed the GPS and headed for Clinique St Roch, near to Cavaillon.
Although it resembles a Russian bomb shelter from the outside, once you get inside, it’s modern, scrupulously clean and staffed by some of the most professional medical personnel you could ever hope to meet.
From the admissions nurse, to the orthopaedic surgeon, nurses etc, the whole event was handled with compassion, sincerity and care. A 14h00 operation finished at 17h00 and Madame was wheeled back into the ward with three large pins holding a rod inside her humerus. Professional pain management and efficient nursing followed for the next 72 hours. Locals tell us that the French medical system is much maligned and there are many complaints – we found the opposite!
We are now in the middle of 6 weeks of rehabilitation – home nursing, physiotherapy (4xweek), chopping carrots, ironing, and generally keeping ourselves afloat. The local community is amazing – meals on wheels etc, you name it.
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