A member of my family went to the doctor for something else yesterday and mentioned some recent headaches. A French doctor would have said, "Anything serious?" and prescribed aspirin. This doctor gave us a neurologist's name and advised a CAT scan.
The emigrant's destiny: The foreign country has not become home, but home has become foreign.
--Alfred Polger (d. 1955), Der Emigrant und die Heimat
Emigranten-Schicksal: Die Fremde ist nicht Heimat geworden. Aber die Heimat Fremde.
Between 2007 and 2009, I lived in Los Angeles after living in Paris for many years. My Paris blog (before and after my Los Angeles sojourn) is Rue Rude.
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In Paris, the purest virtue is the object of the filthiest slander.
–Honoré Balzac (1799-1850), in Scènes de la vie privée
À Paris, la vertu la plus pure est l'objet des plus sales calomnies.
Annual Geminids meteor shower (shooting stars!) coming this weekend, if it's not too cloudy out at night.
I never came away from the medecin with just an aspirin. In fact the doctor came to our home if I called her before 8 AM and she never left without leaving two pages of prescriptions for a simple head cold.
doliprane
nasal decongestants
gunk thinner
suppositories for fever
antibiotics just in case
ampoules of magnesium
vitamine C
a cure of thalassotherapie for fatigue at a health spa which I never made it to!
a trip to the kinesiotherapeute for neck massage
a stop work order for three days of rest which I never took!
ah le bon vieux temps!
We could have a long discussion about medical care. In 1975 I said, "if I get sick in Paris, ship me to New York, illico presto." Now I would much rather be treated in France than the U.S. I think I'll reread Ivan Illich on Medical Nemesis.
I'm homesick! Thanks for this blog!
Posted by: Patricia Erskine | 12 April 2007 at 19:42