An experience with the French medical system

One thing about this trip is that David is always determined to enjoy every experience that comes his way. That’s about the only way one could get any fun out of being sick.


Not seriously ill – but enough so he finally went to a doctor – a big step for him.


The problem was some sort of respiratory bug that would not go away. For five weeks, it hung on, sometimes better, sometimes worse. Sometimes he was sure it was gone, only to see it return again. The week between Christmas and New Year’s it returned with a vengeance, so that on New Year’s eve day it became apparent that he should find a doctor. We had a list of Doctors in our arrondisement from our insurer and he called all five on the list only to find that they had all taken either the week or the day off. Finally he called some acquaintances that we have already spoken about – Brigitte, a doctor, and John, a medical researcher. Brigitte was at work at the hospital, but John kindly attempted, also without success, to find an available doctor. Finally Brigitte called and said David was to come to the hospital immediately and she would see that he got attention.


The hospital was interesting – very helpful and courteous staff, almost no waiting in reception, [everyone was too busy getting ready to go out that night, New Year’s eve, to be sick], and a rather decrepit campus that is about to be renovated. Brigitte met us in reception and walked us part way to the respiratory department where she had called ahead to tell them he was coming. When David checked into the department, they were ready and greeted him cordially. After a few minutes a young, [and according to Anna, GORGEOUS] doctor came to get David. He spoke little English, but David’s French was adequate, so the examination went smoothly. He was diagnosed with a sinus and pharynx infection and given a prescription to be filled, with specific, clear instructions on what was to be done.

Hopital Edouard Herriot

We left the department and walked back to reception to pay, as of course we were not covered by France’s social services. The bill came to a total of 23 Euros! No wonder France’s social services are in financial trouble, just like everyone else’s. We then went to a pharmacy to pick up the various items prescribed – about 50 more Euros.


David took his antibiotics etc., like a good patient – nothing like wanting a solution to overcome any resistance to following instructions!


A week later and it looks like the ‘bug’ is finally going away.