We had to set the alarm today to be sure we got up before the nurse (infirmière) arrived. Since Sue wasn’t sure of the nurse’s English skills (and is very aware of our French skills), she arrived around 7:20 am to act as our interpreter. The nurse arrived shortly afterward with her red bag of medical supplies. She’s a very attractive woman…mid-30’s, brunette, tanned, wearing a lightweight summer dress with a bold floral pattern and coordinating jewelry (bien sûr…of course).
It was a good thing Sue was here….it would have been hopeless without her help. After checking our paperwork and verifying information, my infirmière got to work…..taking my stitches out, giving me a heparin injection and drawing blood. She’ll take the sample to a laboratory and they’ll send us the results. What we’re supposed to do with this information, we don’t know. At any rate, the infirmière will be back next week to take another sample.
Since we were up and about early, we decided to drive into Capestang for a croissant and coffee. Capestang is our favorite village along the canal. It has a large town square where two cafés compete for your business. You can tell them apart by the colors they use for their al fresco dining….Café de la Paix has blue and Café de la Grille is done in red. We try to be “equal opportunity” consumers…preferring Café de la Paix in the morning and Café de la Grille in the afternoon. Neither sells croissants to go with your coffee, they prefer to send you to a boulangerie also on the plaza. So, after we ordered our café crème’s, Craig ambled over to the boulangerie and returned with two croissants fresh out of the oven.
After our coffee, we returned to the boulangerie to pick up a few more goodies….a fresh bagette, a citron brioche, a strawberry tart and an apple pastry….9 euros total :-).
Onward to the Intermarché supermarket. Craig’s been holding out on me….it’s a veritable bonanza of goodies….foie gras, pâté, croque-monsieurs, bouillabaisse, fromages as far as the eye can see! I wanted to cruise every aisle….slowly and deliberately….perusing each and every offering they had….gathering up enough food to see us through the winter.
Craig hung a shopping bag on the back of the wheelchair and I placed a basket on my lap. It was hard to not buy everything in sight, but what caught my eye is something I’ve been craving since the Fourth of July…HOT DOGS! A package of four….with grill marks!! And then, saints be praised, we found a package of four hot dog buns!!!
As much as I was enjoying the freedom, my energy was flagging and we headed home before we had browsed each and every aisle. Ah, Intermarché, you win this time, but I will return.
After we arrived back at the cottage, Sue called to say she’d arranged for a physical therapist. My first appointment is tonight at 6:30. So, around 5:30 we started the arduous process to get downstairs and into the car. We found Sue’s house and she pushed me the few blocks to the office of the Kinésithérapeute, Danièle Bunout. Craig had, once again, forgotten our paperwork and x-rays, so he returned to the cottage to retrieve these vital items.
Ms. Bunout’s offices are in an old home along the canal. Much to my relief, she has a ramp leading into the building. While we waited for Ms Bunout, Sue told me she had tickets to attend a Roman dinner at the local Amphoralis Museum. After chatting about the event, it dawned on me that Sue, our 80 year old friend, is going to a Toga Party while Craig and I stay home and watch the telly! Darn this leg!
Ms Bunout met us in the hallway. She’s a very attractive woman in her mid-40’s, wearing a simple black and white print dress with a very French touch….a green scarf tied around her waist that formed a soft “v” along her thigh. The therapy rooms were pink with sheer burgundy curtains; the therapy table was covered in a soft pink fleece material. All very feminine, all very French.
She reviewed my x-rays, confirmed that no weight should be put on my leg and said it’s very important to start therapy if I am to walk without a limp. So I moved to the table and she gently massaged and maneuvered my foot forward, backward and sideways, working to return it to it’s full range of motion.
She’s leaving for her “vacances” and will be gone four weeks, but she made daily appointments for me with her colleagues. I left with renewed hope that I’ll be back walking on the tow path in no time. That feeling was short-lived, however, when the after-effects of therapy set in….OW!
Dinner was All-American….hot dogs with ketchup and mustard, cole slaw and a lemon meringue tart for dessert.
Bonne nuit, mes amis.