BigNick
Thinks s/he gets paid by the post
I woke up in the night of Friday/Saturday last with an intense pain in the right side of my stomach/chest/shoulder. Managed to get back to sleep, woke early, drove home (I was in a hotel 250 miles away), and called the duty doctor. He suggested either my recurring back/pinched nerve issues, or maybe a kidney stone. (He quite liked the second diagnosis because he stuck his pen in my ear at a few points which he claimed were to do with acupuncture and the one that hurt most was "kidney-related". )
Anyway, he sent me to the ER, on a Saturday evening in a medium-sized town, where in the space of 6 hours I had several blood and urine tests, three X-rays, two echoscopes, and an MRI scan. The last one nailed it: a small pulmonary embolism. So they admitted me and gave me IV antibiotics and painkillers, and Xarelto.
My deadline for getting out was today, because we are leaving at 4pm for a week's vacation. So I was pleased to be allowed out on Thursday morning. Quite a few movements are still slow and/or painful, and I have to control the contractions that seem to flare up every time I have any sort of internal movement (gas, or a bubble of air from my stomach, or an impending cough); plus I have to wear thigh-length support hose for the next three months. But overall, it could have been a lot worse.
The hospital was amazing. Of course, this is France, "world #1 for health care", but never having being hospitalised for more than a day visit before I didn't know what to expect. The amount of resources deployed was very impressive, and with only two exceptions (there's always someone on a power trip, right?), the staff were friendly, helpful, and caring. Score one for socialized medicine.
Anyway, he sent me to the ER, on a Saturday evening in a medium-sized town, where in the space of 6 hours I had several blood and urine tests, three X-rays, two echoscopes, and an MRI scan. The last one nailed it: a small pulmonary embolism. So they admitted me and gave me IV antibiotics and painkillers, and Xarelto.
My deadline for getting out was today, because we are leaving at 4pm for a week's vacation. So I was pleased to be allowed out on Thursday morning. Quite a few movements are still slow and/or painful, and I have to control the contractions that seem to flare up every time I have any sort of internal movement (gas, or a bubble of air from my stomach, or an impending cough); plus I have to wear thigh-length support hose for the next three months. But overall, it could have been a lot worse.
The hospital was amazing. Of course, this is France, "world #1 for health care", but never having being hospitalised for more than a day visit before I didn't know what to expect. The amount of resources deployed was very impressive, and with only two exceptions (there's always someone on a power trip, right?), the staff were friendly, helpful, and caring. Score one for socialized medicine.