Thursday, August 2, 2012
A Proud Moment!
Anyway, this is why I'm proud of myself: I made the call, introduced myself, made the appointment and gave directions to my house....all in French! I had forewarned Helen and Eddy who live in the other train house in Cadrieu that while I thought I said all the right things in French, the nurse might turn up at their door. But no...directions were fine. When the nurse arrived this morning, she spoke no English, so all our business was conducted in French as well. We chatted a bit (pulling 9 tubes of blood takes a little time and who wants to sit in silence?). She took down all my information, and I made her copies of both my French healthcare paperwork and my supplemental insurance. Once I receive my carte vitale (which like a credit card with your photo and all your medical information imbedded in it), this won't be necessary. I paid her no money, she was fast, efficient, and very nice; I call this another successful adventure in French healthcare. And the fact that I accomplished it all in French makes me very happy! This makes twice now that I've been able to deal with the bureaucracy in French. It's not pretty, but it works and I'm proud of myself.
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