The French Doctor Deal

This week has flown by. There were courses to sign the kids up for, beach house reparations to be done and me who ended up getting sick. Well a sore throat and sort of feverish, anyway. I don’t usually get sick, so after several months of having this sore throat come and go, oh and strep throat in both kids schools, I decided to go see a doctor. A French Doctor. It is not my usual French doctor, but a new place where I am told to go to  ‘examine the throat’.

I arrive at the new doctor’s office and wait my turn patiently in the small white waiting room. When it is my turn, I go into the examination room. The doctor is a small woman with a brown bob, around her mid-fifties.

I sit on the examination chair.

She stares at me for a moment and then says in French ‘what is the problem?’

I tell her ‘I have a sore throat, a really bad sore throat.’ I say this in french ‘Moi, j’ai un grande mal de gorge’

She looks at me with a blank look on her face and says to me ‘C’est normale’ which means ‘this is normal.’

I don’t understand what she means so I say ‘il n’y a pas normale autremente c’est un gorge normale, e moi j’ai un mal de gorge‘ and this means ‘no, it is not normal, otherwise it would be a normal throat, instead I have a sore throat.’ She becomes very irritated with me and I don’t why, maybe she was hoping I came in with a giant jellyfish stuck to my head, instead here I am whining about a sore throat. She pulls out a very long popsickle-like stick and jams it into the back of my throat making me gag, at the same time she tells me to stick out my tongue.

I am trying to but it’s not easy, I say ‘il n’y a pas facile’.. she sighs a very deep sigh,..takes out the popsickle stick and chucks it into the nearby silver trash bin. Then without saying a word she scribbles something on a piece of paper, grabs the paper and leaves the room. I stare at the door and then follow her out of the examination room. She is nowhere to be seen. I pay the smiling receptionist, who tells me I can pick up my exams in one week. I smile politely, thank her and leave the building. I then walk straight across the street and into the local pharmacy. The woman at the counter says in French ‘Can I help you?’ I say ‘Oui, merci, j’ai un grande mal de gorge…’

Just another day in the beautiful French Riviera..

About Cassidy_S

My name is Cassidy, I live in Northern Italy with my husband and 2 kids. When I first arrived to Italy the only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to live in this country, a country that is not known for its organization but is more beautiful than you can imagine!
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1 Response to The French Doctor Deal

  1. Oh you poor darling, Start taking Vit C 1000 a day. It will build up your immune system, Love Angie.

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