Today I went to the hospital in Cleremont Ferrand. Adam drove me there and back. It was nice to have a chauffeur. We stopped quite a number of times. I found the journey tiring but manageable. The journey back was greatly helped by some strong coffee. Along the way I was getting texts from Elja who has had four hospital appointments today preparatory for her operation in Netherlands. She has had quite a successful day and was pleased with the outcome. Perhaps she will add something.
When Adam and I arrived at the hospital we had to search for the Cardiology Department. When we found it the reception desk denied all knowledge of my existance and said they had no appointment for me. Then we realised that perhaps it was not Cardiology that we needed but Surgical Cardiology. We were directed along more confusing corridors. At one point we were standing between two signs that both said to Surgical Cardiology that were pointing in opposite directions. It was a good job we had got there early. Eventually we found Surgical Cardiology. I joined a queue. When I got to the desk the woman there said, that, no, I was not on their list. By now I was rather at a loss. She said to wait a minute and she consulted the main hospital computer. Ah, you need to be in Vascular Surgical Cardiology - third floor. OK. So off we went again. Another desk. Yes, I was on the list!! However, they were not used to having a patient who is not registered on the French Social Security system so there was a long rigmarole while they worked out what to do with me. Eventually it seemed to be settled. We went to the waiting room almost exactly on time for my appointment, having actually arrived one hour early.
The doctor examined me and read all the information including looking at my scan results. We discussed my condition. The upshot is that it is not dangerous at this point but could become so in the future so I will need to have an ultrascan every now and then to check whether it is stable or getting worse. If it gets worse then I will need surgery but he assured me that the operation is not as major as it used to be as they now have better ways of doing it. I can have the periodic checks done at Montlucon which is not so far away. He said that he thought that my problem is probably mostly due to a congenital weakness.
So, mission accomplished. The main point was, I think, that my local doctor wanted to get me onto the books of the teaching hospital in Cleremont so that if I do need surgery in the future it will be done there where they have the best doctors and the best facilities.
By the time we got home I was pretty tired. Adam heated up yesterday's leftovers and we had a rather tasty meal.
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