Getting Into That Hospital Rhythm

It turns out that the visit to A&E on Sunday was a tad more urgent than we thought. They drained 1.7 litres of liquid from one of her lungs. No wonder she was having problems breathing. My total lung volume is 3.6 litres and I am a 90 odd kilo bloke

I am off down to the hospital for a second time today this evening. It looks like she is staying in at least until the weekend. I get to meet the lung doctor…

The wife is looking better and can move around a bit.

The hospital is taking her by ambulance for her PET / CT scan 45 kilometres away tomorrow. It is a at the end of the working day scan which means that the results won’t get interpreted until Thursday pointing at a Friday receipt.

I’ll be back down there tomorrow before she goes.

The other part of the rhythm is an updating Skype call with her brother when I get back to the house.

I could take our 4g box into the hospital and set up a mini network subsequently should there be a need, for a Skype call.

They keep saying that lovely word “rare”. We see the cancer specialist on Tuesday either by car or ambulance.

They are preparing us with the idea of the university hospital at Rennes some 140km away. That is a long return journey.

Which means that I may have to hire a gite or house in the ‘hood. Because it is out of season several are possible. I have checked just now. I may ask for a reduction if we need a longer-term rental.

University hospitals are tooled up with technology. There is a proton beam therapy centre in Caen.

Maybe the wife can get to be a guinea pig and use all the available resources?

It is all subject to change…

It is a Roller coaster and Merry-go-round hybrid…with a French accent and diffuse organisation…

Big sigh…

I briefly toyed with the idea of starting smoking again. It is great when there is a lot of hanging about and waiting to do…

Nah…

My risk of Covid exposure has never been so high and the French health service have offered me my booster jab…

Hmnn…