A Guest of the (French) Nation

Before I left Ireland, I went for a general health check-up.  I’d never had one before, but I thought that the 50-year milestone and the impending departure to France made it good idea to get myself checked out.

Happily, it turns out I’m mostly very healthy.

The only bit of me that’s not healthy is – well, I don’t know which bit, exactly.  Some part of me that’s blocking my body’s ability to absorb Vitamin B12.  Normally, the cause turns out to be lack of something called Intrinsic factor, but I have plenty of that.  B12 is essential for iron absorption, so a B12 deficiency and anaemia usually go hand in hand, but I’m not anaemic.  B12 is also important in nerve function and a deficiency can cause pins and needles and numbness.  Yeah, I get pins and needles in my hands and feet several times a day.  Numbness, not so much.

My Irish GP prescribed B12 tablets, and just before we left I had another blood test.  Unfortunately, it showed that I was still deficient, so it looks like I’m just unable to process it.

You’ll need B12 injections for the rest of your life, said the Irish medic.  See a GP as soon as you get to France and get it sorted out.

I duly trotted along to the French GP within a week or so of arriving here.  My first medical appointment in French without Anne riding shotgun to translate for me – aaargh – but I coped fine, thankfully, and didn’t have to resort to Google Translate which I had installed on my iPhone just in case!

Anyhow, the French GP wasn’t happy with just dispensing B12 injections willy-nilly and sent me off to see a consultant to try to diagnose the cause rather than just treat the symptoms, which seems like quite a sensible approach really.

So I found myself back in Apt hospital, meeting the digestive system consultant, who is a nice man from Mauritius.  I failed miserably in my attempts to understand his French (which crushed my burgeoning confidence, but he does have a bit of an accent) but he smoothly switched to English (phew).  He seemed very confident that he would find something going on in my stomach which would explain the B12 deficiency, and we made an appointment for a gastroscopy.

While I was in the hospital, I visited the records office to give them my new address.  Long time readers who have followed me here from The Wanderly Wagons know that I was in Apt hospital with a broken wrist last January – new readers, well, you know now!

Two days later, there was post for me.  A bill.  From the hospital.  For the broken wrist treatment – one night in hospital, several x-rays, two rounds of orthopaedic surgery and several clinic visits.  It seems like they hadn’t known where to send my bill beforehand, and when I notified them of my new address a red flashing light went off somewhere to say THIS WOMAN OWES US MONEY!

Gulp.

The cost?

Yes.  €6.90, less than £6.00, or about $9.00 if you’re on the other side of the Atlantic.

I know that European countries have a reciprocal arrangement (the EHIC card)

The EHIC card – don’t leave home
without it!

whereby the patient pays no more than he/she would have paid in their home country, but in Ireland, this would have cost me €100 for the visit to Accident & Emergency alone, and my health insurance would have been hit with the rest.  Vive la France, is all I can say.

Moving back to the present, Monday to be precise, I was once again a Guest of the French Nation at Apt hospital to have the gastroscopy. The good news is that my French has really improved since last March.  I didn’t misunderstand anything at any stage during the day, in fact the anaesthetist was teasing me about my accent before he knocked me out, but at least I have an accent to be teased about now!

The other good news is that I have a wonderfully healthy looking stomach.  I know this for a fact – I have the photographs of the inside of my stomach, and I have seen the pictures of my mother’s extremely unhealthy stomach (she had an ulcer that was microns away from perforating).  The bad news is that the formerly-uber-confident doctor is now at a loss as to what’s causing the B12 deficiency.  Apparently it’s possible that there’s something very rare going on in the small intestine which could be causing it and we might someday do a colonoscopy to check it out, but for the moment, I’m trying a liquid B12 supplement to see if I can absorb it better than the tablets, and if that doesn’t work, guess what?

I’ll have to have B12 injections for the rest of my life.

(I’m not sure, but maybe it would have been simpler just to start the B12 injections last October…)

Blogging will be sporadic for the next few weeks, our Christmas holidays begin on Friday, but I promise I will try to keep posting!

Cinnamon is going to stay with friends while we are away and the horses will be perfectly happy at The Farm without me, although I will definitely miss them.  Cookie stayed with a new-found English friend last week while we were back in Ireland.  If it worked out, they said they would keep her over Christmas, so our fingers were very much crossed…

It didn’t work out.  Cookie did not shred their cushions, savage any children, poop and pee all over the house, escape and kill all the neighbours cats and chickens or bite our new friends.

No, there was a totally unforeseen problem – it turned out that one of our new friends is violently allergic to our problem dog.  Within less than twelve hours of Cookie arriving at her house, her eyes and face had swollen alarmingly and she now has to take anti-histamines for the next three months.  So Cookie is off to kennels, but we are going to leave her crate with her, with a horse rug draped over it – that should help her stay warm, and we’ll leave a little doggy coat with her too in case it gets really cold while we’re gone.

Joyeux Fêtes!

Sunday Stills – Textures

I am fascinated by trees.  Their shape, how they become distorted by their environment, their foliage throughout the seasons – not just deciduous trees, but also the evergreens, when they pop out their oh-so-green new foliage in the spring!  The first thing to come into my head when I saw the “Textures” theme was trees – bark, to be specific.

No, I thought, I’ll think of something else, and I took a few shots of other things, like my horses’ thick winter coats crusted with snow, the feathery tops of some reeds growing in a river and mini-snow drifts which had been sculpted by the wind, but I wasn’t happy with any of them and in the end, I came back to trees.

Papery bark on a Plane Tree
Rough Bark on an Oak Tree
Smooth Bark – I think it’s a cherry tree, I’ll tell you next summer!
Dead Pine tree with stripped bark
A Knot
Dead Wood in the Snow
The Bark on the Planks which make up my horses’ Field Shelter!

Thank Friday it’s Lunchtime – Brasserie de la Place, Reillanne

We have pledged to visit a different hostelry in the locale every Friday for the next year and bring to you, our passionately interested readers, our rating and assessment of each and every one.
 
Yes.  It’s a restaurant review.
 
We have two rules :
1. If there is a Plat du Jour (special of the day) one of us must order it
2. Rule one does not apply if the Plat du Jour is Andouillette.
 
(Andouillette is basically intestines wrapped up in a sausage skin.  I’ve never eaten it, but the LSH has resolutely tried it a couple of times, trying to figure out what the French see in it.  The last time, I sat in between the LSH and the ED as they both sampled andouillette in the Café du Cours in Reillanne.  The waiter had extolled its virtues, and convinced them that it was “very, very special.”  I might as well have been sitting in a cowhouse – that’s what it smelt like.  Both of them tried hard to like it, that day, and both agreed it was in a lovely sauce, but it still ..um.. tasted like it smelled.)
 
So, no, thank you France, you make great food, but we’re steering clear of the andouillette from now on.
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Due to a steady fall of snow, we decided to stay local this week.  We knew that the road as far as Reillanne was clear, so we opted for one of the Cafés in the square where we had never eaten before.
La Bresserie de la Place is off the main square in Reillanne, with a great view across the valley the winding approach road to the village.  It’s a very typical small French café with plenty of space outside for those warm sunny days but not much room indoors for the winter.  It was cosy, though, with a oil-fired burner going in the corner, and our attention was caught by a gorgeous table (too big for us!) with a top made from a single sheet of polished wood – I’d love it as a dining table!
Anyway, to the menu!  Like many small French cafés, it only offered a Menu du Midi, at €12.50 – perhaps their repertoire expands in the summer, but I can’t say for sure.
We opted for the starter/main course option (apologies to dessert lovers, we are both kinda savoury people!).  We had two options for each course, the starters were a charcuterie plate (cold meats and cheeses) which the LSH went for :
and I opted for Feuillette Bleu, which turned out to be blue cheese wrapped in pastry.  This tasted great, but the inside was a bit soggy – a side effect of the blue cheese melting during cooking time, I suppose.

The main course options were Steak on a Skewer or Baby Calamari with Tagliatelle.  Well, I won’t eat seafood, and the LSH has Crohn’s Disease and needs to watch his gluten intake, so he didn’t fancy the Tagliatelle, so we both went for the steak skewers.

They came with Choufleur au Gratin (Cauliflower Cheese), a couple of lettuce leaves and a lovely red wine sauce.  In Ireland, we would have been served the steak with a thick coating of barbecue sauce, or else with some sort of sauce-out-of-a-bottle on the side.  Here, things are simpler, and I have to say it suits me better – I can’t take MSG at all, it gives me migraines, and so many commercially prepared sauces use MSG to enhance their flavour – Vive la France, I say!

The steak was good – the LSH had a couple of tough bits, but mine was all good.  The cauliflower cheese was yummy, well seasoned with nutmeg.  But where were the spuds? Well, I didn’t miss them, but I think someone else did!  He loves his chips!

So, for €12.50, was it good value?

The straight answer to that has to be you will find better – for example, the five courses at the Buffet de la Gare gives you a lot more food for an extra €2, or for an extra €2.50, you will get a higher standard of food plus dessert 3km away at the Auberge Pierry.

That said, there was nothing wrong with what we got, it was simple food, well presented and served with a smile.  If you’re enjoying a wander around Reillanne some day, when you’ve looked at the old church and had a browse in the bookshop, or if you’ve been stomping through the woods for a couple of hours, you won’t go wrong if you pop into the Brasserie de la Place for lunch.

Star Rating (out of 5) :
Service : ✮✮✮✮✮
Food : ✮✮✮
Value : ✮✮✮
Ambiance : ✮✮✮✮  Very pleasant to sit by the window with a view in the winter, and it must be just as pleasant to sit outside in the Place de la Libération when the weather is warm.
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