The French Health Care System Part V: Echographie

Today, I had an echogram. I like echograms. They are a lot more fun than most any other procedure, not terribly invasive, but very fascinating. Maybe it’s just because I’m into sound healing and stuff.xray

Since we were going to be “in town”, we dropped off our car for some repairs at the garage and picked up our loaner vehicle. Well, actually, we tried to pick up some woman’s sleek, black VW, but when the key fob wouldn’t open anything…and when the woman started yelling at us in French from across the parking lot…we realized our mistake. The loaner was the very dented, pale green Citroen next to it.

That snafu out of the way, we then drove to the patisserie to grab our breakfast-treats-that-makes-medical-appointments-bearable. I couldn’t eat mine until after the echogram, but just knowing it was there waiting for me gave me something to look forward to. (This was before I knew I needed to watch my cholesterol!)

We then checked in at the hospital. It’s always fun to barely understand someone (ie: the receptionist), to ask her to repeat herself over and over, to assume to grasp the meaning when you’ve only understood a few words. This is the game known as expat-roulette. It’s all very exciting and frequently humiliating. Sometimes it is fun, depending on the person with whom one is communicating. Context helps tremendously, but one can never really be sure, can one?

We waited in the waiting room. A few people were also waiting. One thing I have finally begun to understand is that when you enter a room or store or restaurant in France, it is polite to say hello to everyone there. That is so “not me”, and I’m still building up my courage to do it before anyone else starts it off. I don’t know why I feel like I’m announcing “I’m here!” when I do it. After all, it isn’t about me, is it? It’s about the other…acknowledging their presence.

I was called into the exam room which was comfortably warm, something I am most grateful for. I removed what clothing I needed, was properly draped for privacy (guess the hospital has higher standards than my general practitioner), and was then squirted with that damn cold gel!

The technician, a woman who spoke excellent English (lucky me!), found two possible concerns and has therefore referred me to a gynecologist. Oh boy! Another appointment to make on my long list of appointments.

I was handed my results afterwards, within 30 minutes and sent on my way. Cost to me that day: 20 euros.

Next step: GYN appointment!