Okay, so what is it like being in hospital in Geneva?
I feel incredibly well looked after – that is just a feeling, because I wouldn’t have a clue in practice. Still, I could enumerate the ways in which this is so. The doctors are not just thinking about me in here, but also when I get out. They have organised me a good physician close to where I live as I will have to make frequent visits there for a while. We talk about what things will be like now when I leave, given that this isn’t just something that one has and that’s that. Evidently I’m now at risk for life. Damn.
The doctors and nurses and other staff speak a smattering of English – much better than my almost non-existent French. I have the occasional concern that something important is being lost in interpretation, but all in all I feel like we know what we are talking about.
It was my birthday on Friday and I was given a cake – I don’t eat sugar, so I didn’t taste it, but if I had a clue how my phone camera works I would have taken a picture for the blog. It looked lovely. I hope the staff enjoyed it.
The food is a miracle. It is edible, the hot food comes piping hot, the poached eggs had a little runniness to them….all in all I’d say if you paid for this food in a restaurant you wouldn’t be unhappy. None of it is food I’d choose to eat, but that’s another matter. I wish the diet paid much more attention to constipation – which is, after all, the plague of all hospitals, and yet they do nothing about it except hand out savage laxatives if you are desperate. What’s that all about? In fact it is more forgiveable here than in Australia, since what we are getting here is absolutely typical Swiss diet. Eg every meal includes a bread roll and cheese. It’s not like it’s a conspiracy by hospitals with shares in laxative companies. But still. It is unfortunate to say the least.
I’m lucky I’ve had a friend bring me in fruit which makes the diet here much more balanced.
I’m in a ward of eight females and lucky to have a bed right next to the window, huge windows with panoramic views of the city and the mountains, views that are equally watchable at night as during the day.
The hours are European civilised. In Australia the nurses make you eat your dinner by about 4pm, you are expected to be asleep by about 6pm and then they get you up well before dawn. Here at 7.30am beds are made etc, then breakfast is served at 8.30am. Dinner is at 6.30pm, which suits me fine. The main lights are turned out about 9pm, though you have a good lamp to read etc by otherwise.
There is wireless hifi, free, which is why I am able to bring you this report hot from the scene of the action.
I’m getting out tomorrow or Tuesday, the day on which a friend is coming to stay for a week and help me out. I’m so looking forward to getting home!