A month or so ago one of my friends was in the playground feeling very pleased with herself because she had organised all her son’s appointments for the following year. I was a bit bemused as it turned out that the appointments she had arranged were for the opthalmic specialist, the paedatrician, ORT (ear nose and throat) specialist and various others. Bemused because her son is probably the most well adjusted, athletic child that doesn’t miss a trick and has twenty/twenty vision!
I put it down to what I consider to be the French neurosis regarding health and their terror of microbes. After all, no-one can quite beat my relaxed approach to illness, and the French mamans were understandably horrified when it turned out that my number three son had been wandering about with a broken finger for three weeks before I actually got down to sending him to ‘urgences’ for an xray.
Number two son came to me the other day, after a rather large amount of pestering on my part for him to buckle down and read his ‘set-book’ , intimating that it might be a good idea to get some glasses. He had, in his earlier life worn them, but long since ditched them in an effort to be ‘cool’.
So it was that we headed off to the local optician to have a test only for a short sharp
‘Mais NON, Madam’ to bring all our very pro-active appointment seeking to a grinding halt!’ ‘A child cannot be tested by an optician, but must be seen by an Opthalmologiste’.
We were sent away clutching a list of 50 opthalmolgists in the ‘alentours’ (region).
The next morning I picked up the phone, choosing the most convenient opthalmologiste only to discover that their first appointment was in 9 moinths time. Braving the phone for the second time I had even less success, and by the time I was three quarters down the list, I was giggling in a slightly hysterical/ slightly embarrassed way as I spoke to the receptionist who clearly agreed that it was madness to even consider that it would be possible to find an appointment before next Christmas. In the meantime, there was the little issue of number two son’s inability to read.
As it started to dawn on me why my friend had been so delighted to have booked all her son’s appointments on a ‘just in case’ basis, I started to realise that perhaps she wasn’t quite so neurotic as I had so blazenly thought. And then came the phonecall from school…
‘Would Madame please come and collect her son who was suffering from a severe headache – they were very much afraid he had…LA GRIPPE (the flue) and we all know how neurotic the French are about that particular microbe!
Once my son had sucessfully evaded school for the afternoon, and I had deduced that there was no raging fever, but in all probability he had spent a morning squinting over very small print, I decided it was time for radical action. I charged him off to the hospital eye department, armed with his very old English glasses prescriptions and invented a very convincing and exceedingly dramatic tale of how he had broken his last remaining pair of glasses on an Alpine slope. I empathised wholeheartedly with how no self-respecting French optician could possibly trust an English prescription, and how the poor child’s educational future was looking very bleak for the next 12 months since all the children that didn’t need glasses had booked up all the available appointments just in case they might at some future date require glasses and be unable to get an appointment because some children who didn’t need glasses had booked appointments ….. need I go on!
Within five minutes I had an appointment for the following week!
And that, my friends is how you beat the French system, or as my son says – ‘wing-it’
But a word of advice to the french maman’s. Perhaps if you would all stop making ‘just in case’ appointments, there would be appointments when you really need them!
It seems clear to me!
Welcome to France! Have sécurité sociale will use it. Yes, it’s basically 6months minimum wait to say an optho. Why is everybody booking so readily because they have a Mutuelle that will pay for it. The French are paranoid about illness but if they’d wash their hands more they’d have less. Henceforth they’d avoid the dreaded gusto. Hope you haven’t had the pleasure of that illness here. Quelle horreur!!! Oh that’s not winging it darling that’s called going around the obstacle to get what you want or need and that’s what every French person does about everything. Wait until you have to make a “scandal”. Yikes I hate that. Glad your son got an appointment. Now you know what to do for the next one. Book it now. 🙂
haha that’s hilarious! Right, pass the Pages Jaunes – I’ve got some appointments to make…
The French are so paranoid about sickness! I remember coming down with a really bad cold when I was studying abroad in Toulouse and I went to the doctor and he told me you have “rhinopharyngite” and I was like, what the heck is that???? We Americans just say “cold!” I pretty much ignored his “prescriptions” since I knew the cold would go away on its own–and it did!
I remember my family telling me it takes months to see any kind of specialist in Rouen because it is such a small city. In Paris, you have a greater chance of seeing a specialist faster since there are twice the amount of specialists. There is no way I would ever wait that long to see a dermatologist. I have continuous acne problems and when I make my appointment, I expect to see the dermatologist within the next month, not in 9 months!
I like the way you got “creative” with l’ophtalmo. Will keep that in mind if I ever have to go see an eye doctor in France.
Well done! It’s ridiculous the wait for opthalmolgists. We get our glasses by going to the optician for an eye test and prescription, then going to the doctor to get her to write out the optician’s prescription on offical headed notepaper, and then we go back to the optician with this new version of the prescription to get the glasses which are now partly covered by our sécu and health insurance. Crazy.
If the hospital tactic hadn’t worked I was planning on ‘using my english status’ and accent to my advantage at the optician and pretend I was on holiday as there was no way they’d give a french child an eye exam in the opticians. Friends here told me i’d have to go to Paris as my other option which is too crazy for words. I like the sound of your system!!!
My man and I have to go to the opthalmologist once a year – we both have eye problems that need to be regularly checked. When we leave an appointment, we book for the next otherwise we know we’ll have to wait months and months. That’s where it ends, otherwise, like you, I am not averse to telling a few porkies to get seen by a specialist without having to wait forever. We do have our Englishness on our side here – we’re far more inventive. The French, bless them, stick to the way it has always been done, but then we know that don’t we?!
I’m thankfully in the system now so can safely book his follow- on check up without issue. I imagine if a child is born here these check-ups start at birth, hence no-one else really has an issue. It’s so frustrating when no-on will give a simple eye exam just because of red-tape and when a child’s eyesight suddenly takes a ‘nose-dive’. Still, at least I can tell the school to stop sending him home for headaches – no horrid microbes here!