Medicales en deux

Having passed our lung x-rays the next stage in being allowed to stay in France is the medical.

So this morning we went to a nondescript building not far from Euronews to have the medicals. My main worry is will my French be up to it.

There is a lot of waiting to be done in this process and our 10am appointments meant little as Cath wasn’t seen til 1035 and I was seen at 1055.

Cath went first and I could hear her rabbiting away in French. Not the words just the babble, you understand.

I had time to Google hay fever – rhumes des foins – in case they ask me whether I am taking any medication.

First I saw a nurse and was weighed measured and asked questions about whether I coughed- de temps en temps, oui. Or sweat in the night. Or spit- cracher – eurrghhh non, c’est degueulasse. Man, the French are obsessed with tuberculosis.

Next, le medecin. She said I was there grâce à Brexit. Too right. A few more questions- a bit of breathing with a stethoscope attached. And then we were done.

It’s another hurdle overcome. Let’s see what’s next.