Public Services and soap dodgers
A little tale of the wonderful French health service
My father lives in France and is ill. Thus has to go hospital for a week or so. A month back he did this before. He had the op and was left attached to a bank of monitors alonmgside 51 other patients. The nurses spend there time in a control room watching the screens for flatlines. After couple of days recuperation he asked if he could use the shower, no problem came the response from the cardiologist.. Consternation in the control room. There are 2 baths and one shower for 51 people. However no patient had ever asked to wash before, so the three rooms were store cupboards. After half an hours’ work the shower was freed for use. Great thought father, human again.
When he asked the next day his request was greeted with a polite but stone faced refusal, the storeroom was back in operation.
So this morning I went to the shop in a little town called Frevent to get him supplies for the next weeks sojourn under the knife. And was startled to find Veet. Veet is a deodorant that proudly states –VEET DEODORANT - LASTS THREE DAYS.
Never have my prejudices about the French received such a fillip.
Okay, let's go over the contributing factors in the death of Princess Di:
Drunken French driver. Gosh what a surprise.
Aesthetics over safety in traffic engineering. American tunnels have a solid wall between opposing traffic lanes instead of decorative columns.
Extremely slow ambulance service. American EMT units move as quickly as possible to place severe trauma patients on the operating table.
I once told a friend that I wouldn't go to France with out at least a Army Corps level mobile hosptial unit with me. The French socialist health care system is a bad joke.
Not using the seat belt was I regret to say her fault.