So far, my experience of hospital in Perigueux is not as positive as that of Grenoble. The care itself is really fine but information is very slow flowing at best, but usually non-existent. Speaking later with my sister-in-law (who lives in France), this appears to be quite normal. The French generally hand themselves over to be looked after and have little need for information to be fed to them.
I was feeling pretty positive after my transfer from Sarlat on Saturday morning. My arm was in a temporary cast in a straightish position. I had been told that I would need an operation to pin the broken piece of bone in the correct place before it would be cast again in a similar position to stop the tricep/bicep muscles becoming too long/short. Arriving at Perigueux Hospital I was left waiting, first in the plaster cast room and then in a corridor (it’s not only British hospitals then!) before being transferred into a single room on one of the wards.
I was allowed nothing to eat or drink all day as I awaited the operation, leading to the inevitable headache and severe grumps. Staying in touch with friends on social media kept me sane. At 7pm a tray of food and water arrived with no explanation. The worst dilemma ever – was it a mistake to bring me food, should I hold out? After some lousy attempts at French I guessed that I would not be having the operation that day so demolished the contents of the tray.
On Sunday morning it looked like the operation might not happen that day either but still no breakfast! So at 9:30 I was really pleased to see two porters arriving unannounced. They took me to the operating theatre. It was very much friendlier and informative there. The operation was performed under local anaestetic. I felt pretty anxious about that but in fact slept through half the one hour procedure!
It looks like Jane is going to try and meet the rest of the cyclists in a couple of days and I am wondering whether it’s possible to meet them in Nice.
Have had some lunch now so I feel a whole lot more human.
Monday update – drain out, intravenous line out and they are waving me out of the door. My arm won’t be set in a cast which is probably good news. I have a bit more flexibility and I can start to work it (a little). Off to Catriona and Mike’s for a few days!