He had batches of Shepherd's Pie and Chile Con Carne in the freezer, he had a well stocked fridge full of his favourite items but no - he didn't take the homemade meals out from the freezer in the morning and the only thing that he saw appealing at that moment as he looked through the fridge, freezer, cupboards and pantry - was a shriveled frozen bun. With a IQ on par with Einstein, one might have thought he would defrost the bun in the microwave before trying to cut it in half or just simply choose a million other options. Alas no, he picked up the sharpest knife in the kitchen and used the palm of his hand in place of a cutting board. Thus ensued a scene that could rival The Red Wedding in Game of Thrones; blood went everywhere as our little puppy watched in horror.
Our friend rushed him to the Hospital and as they arrived (both British) asked for directions to A&E. "A&E?!" the nurse looked perplexed...."Accident and Emergency....I cut my hand and am bleeding; I think I need stitches" he responded. "Ohhhh you mean ER....Emergency" said the Nurse, "well I would say it is more an Accident than an Emergency" he responded in earnest. Unamused the Nurse told him to sit down and fill out some paperwork.
Rewind a few months when I was registering at the opticians, "Ummmm Madam, your Care Card seems to have expired". Queue nervous laugh from myself...."oh sorry our time here in Vancouver has been extended it appears *someone* <ahem Husband> didn't arrange with his employer to extend our healthcare". I could almost read the thoughts between the receptionists' burrowed brows...."errrrrm who on earth doesn't have a Care Card? Is she here illegally??"
Well, it appears THESE fools didn't have Care Cards even three months later, so fast back to ER and my Husband was also facing these questions. So much so, said friend had to go back to our house to get his passport and work visa. Oh yes, we even got a nice wopping medical bill for the bazzzzillion stitches and a nice momento of a lifelong scar.
The loss of Care Cards coincided with an incredibly busy time in my Husband's work schedule and it was deprioritised. Before you judge too harshly, we have fantastic medical care as a backup which saved us from the wopping medical bill. However, this situation highlighted to me:
(1) This situation could have been so much worse. Even in Vancouver where everything is in our native language and accessible we struggled. I am going to have to be so much more organised in our next posting. In Paris, I don't think I could have told you where A&E was and I always got confused with whether the number was 112, or 111 or whether you would just dial 911 or 999 and someone would help. Would a English speaker answer? Seriously...I know I know. I had no idea what I was doing in my first placement.
(2) I need to have a plan for any type of emergency. Whether it be medical, a natural disaster or having the savings & plans for childcare and pet care if needed to urgently fly to family in our home country.
(3) The Spouse (i.e. me - the most organised person in the World) should be in charge and have contact with his employer to manage such items and;
(4) My Husband has muppet tendencies when tired and requires full time help. I can never go on holiday without him again.
So anyway, you can now sigh a nice breathe of relief as we have our valid Care Cards, thanks to some super nagging from yours truly. My Husband is now free to break his fingers and tear all the ligaments in his ankle all to his heart's content (I kid you not).
I'll sign off here with a worrying thought.......I am the clumsy one in our relationship.
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