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Friday, October 22, 2010
Bonjour, Hôpital! Part Deux
Bonjour, French Nurses!
Yes, it's true--the French health care system is wonderful--but I would like to talk about the wonderful nurses. These femmes (and a handful of gentlemen) took such good care of me! Merci beaucoup!
Here is Anne Laure and Fanny. They were so good to me! And so much fun. We enjoyed switching back and forth from French to English. One day, Anne Laure arrived with a little circular saw to "ouvrez la fenêtre." Or open the window--on my cast, that is.
She was very professional. Truly, gentle and very calm. And this is just what I needed considering the fact that a whirring little circular saw was cutting into my cast--mighty close to where my stitches where holding the incision together. Very tricky!
But, Anne Laure was very professional! And very nice! She told me that she is hoping to visit America in the not to far distant future. She told me, with a little sparkle in her eyes that her husband's company has an office in "Weesheeeta!" I didn't have the heart to tell her that it's pronounced "Wichita" as in Wichita, Kansas, because "Weesheeeta" sounds so much more romantic.
Another very pretty nurse, attended to my stitches (after the fenetra was opened). She removed the dressing with little plastic pinchers, cleaned the area and then covered it with little squares of delicate white gauze--one at a time, layer after layer after layer. This took quite a while, but she was very precise and very patient. It really felt as if she was creating a French pastry! A mille feuille. To give you an idea, here's a mille feuille Betsy Johnson dress.
And here's the pretty nurse dressing my wound in mille feuille. You can see, in France, everything is elevated to an art form!
And here are all the lovely medical accessories, our "pastry chef" nurse employs to make her art:
Here's my cast. Don't you adore the lovely fishnet netting that keeps it looking pretty and fresh? And don't you love the seam running up the back of the leg? Très Français!
I felt very elegant and ready for my visitors--Beatrice and Jean-Pierre.
I was staying with Beatrice and Jean-Pierre in Toulouse when I slipped and fell. They were so incredibly nice to me! I am so lucky they were with me and got me to the hospital. After my surgery, Beatrice had to go to Paris on business and when she came back she brought me back a lovely gift--macarons from the famous Ladurée.
From right to left, we have almond, raspberry, pistachio and rose water.
Yes, A ROSEWATER MACARON!!! That was my favorite. So delicate. So perfumed. So lady-like. Honestly, I was over the moon for rosewater macarons! Note to self: next time in Paris, must buy an entire box of rosewater macarons!
I adore Beatrice! I wrote about her in my book "French Women Don't Sleep Alone" because she gave me the strawberry recipe and she has such a romance with Jean-Pierre. He's in the French military and most recently went to Haiti to help the earthquake victims. He's such a calm and caring man. He rode with me in the ambulance to the hospital while Beatrice followed along in her car. Honestly, he's the kind of man you want around in an emergency!
Oh, and look what Beatrice brought me the next day--home made meringues! Yum!
Honestly, with all this delicious attention and sweet treats, staying in a French hospital felt like more like spa vacation!
Merci Toulouse!
Merci French nurses!
Merci Beatrice and Jean-Pierre!
Yes, it's true--the French health care system is wonderful--but I would like to talk about the wonderful nurses. These femmes (and a handful of gentlemen) took such good care of me! Merci beaucoup!
But, Anne Laure was very professional! And very nice! She told me that she is hoping to visit America in the not to far distant future. She told me, with a little sparkle in her eyes that her husband's company has an office in "Weesheeeta!" I didn't have the heart to tell her that it's pronounced "Wichita" as in Wichita, Kansas, because "Weesheeeta" sounds so much more romantic.
Another very pretty nurse, attended to my stitches (after the fenetra was opened). She removed the dressing with little plastic pinchers, cleaned the area and then covered it with little squares of delicate white gauze--one at a time, layer after layer after layer. This took quite a while, but she was very precise and very patient. It really felt as if she was creating a French pastry! A mille feuille. To give you an idea, here's a mille feuille Betsy Johnson dress.
Yes, A ROSEWATER MACARON!!! That was my favorite. So delicate. So perfumed. So lady-like. Honestly, I was over the moon for rosewater macarons! Note to self: next time in Paris, must buy an entire box of rosewater macarons!
I adore Beatrice! I wrote about her in my book "French Women Don't Sleep Alone" because she gave me the strawberry recipe and she has such a romance with Jean-Pierre. He's in the French military and most recently went to Haiti to help the earthquake victims. He's such a calm and caring man. He rode with me in the ambulance to the hospital while Beatrice followed along in her car. Honestly, he's the kind of man you want around in an emergency!
Oh, and look what Beatrice brought me the next day--home made meringues! Yum!
Merci Toulouse!
Merci French nurses!
Merci Beatrice and Jean-Pierre!
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