Albacore
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My first trip to France with my new campervan was much anticipated. My mother was coming with me but her attack of 'gout' that started 6-8 weeks ago, without improvement despite many trips to surgery (not being able to see gp I might add) and hospital, put me in 2 minds whether we should go...
Her opinion was that she may as well be in pain in the van as the house, and I figured it was less far for her to walk! So on April 27th we took the night ferry to roscoff. Three days in, her mobility got really bad and she was in a lot of pain. I felt really guilty because she wanted me to have a holiday, especially after being told during my last half hour at work on the day we sailed that I'm being made redundant after 16 years of service!
She put on a very brave 81 year old face, but was clearly very unwell, almost like shutting down. I decided to see a French doc seeing as we couldnt get to an actual gp in England, hoping they could give her steroids which was the only thing that previously improved her gout at home. The campsite emergency doc was not available until the next day, so, as she seemed a bit confused (I suspected a water infection as well as gout issue, having to pee every hour and of course needing assistance) we followed his advice and travelled south to Dax hospital.
She was seen within a hour, I was called in at hour 2, told me it wasn't gout. We had doc, er consultant and vascular specialist all looking over her and concluding she had a large femeral arterial clot which was stopping blood flow to the foot causing necrosis. The cramps she had repeatedly complained about to docs in uk and was ignored was a very relevant symptom, but not for 'gout'. The French docs were touching multiple places on her legs making a comparison of her pulse at key points, enabling them to reach their conclusion (which ct confirmed). Uk docs never once touched her foot or legs. The vascular specialist got annoyed that I kept referring to gout, but at home that's what we were told repeatedly it was.. he said its NOT gout, its serious, she could lose her leg!
Long story short (sorry) the ct confirmed their suspicions and yesterday she had a stent fitted to see if its enough to save her leg. She has tingling in toes which is a good sign.. we'll see how the next few days go. Fingers (and toes) crossed she doesn't need to have her lower leg amputated, god knows how we'll fare with that!
So moral of story is, if you are being given the run around by the NHS at home (hate to say it but it's true) then come on holiday to France (or anywhere outside UK probably) to get decent and swift treatment.
Holiday plans completely out of window, but at least moho makes that level of flexibility possible.
My decision to come away despite her pain was a very difficult one but could hopefully have saved her leg, or indeed her life. Thank you Dax hospital ❤
The other issue we have is the insurance may not cover it as it didn't start after the trip commenced, even though it was never diagnosed previously. Oh well, it's only money, I'm just glad shes still here to learn some more French... They don't speak much English and my 38year old A level French is rusty. Plus they don't even attempt to speak slowly and loudly like we do
Her opinion was that she may as well be in pain in the van as the house, and I figured it was less far for her to walk! So on April 27th we took the night ferry to roscoff. Three days in, her mobility got really bad and she was in a lot of pain. I felt really guilty because she wanted me to have a holiday, especially after being told during my last half hour at work on the day we sailed that I'm being made redundant after 16 years of service!
She put on a very brave 81 year old face, but was clearly very unwell, almost like shutting down. I decided to see a French doc seeing as we couldnt get to an actual gp in England, hoping they could give her steroids which was the only thing that previously improved her gout at home. The campsite emergency doc was not available until the next day, so, as she seemed a bit confused (I suspected a water infection as well as gout issue, having to pee every hour and of course needing assistance) we followed his advice and travelled south to Dax hospital.
She was seen within a hour, I was called in at hour 2, told me it wasn't gout. We had doc, er consultant and vascular specialist all looking over her and concluding she had a large femeral arterial clot which was stopping blood flow to the foot causing necrosis. The cramps she had repeatedly complained about to docs in uk and was ignored was a very relevant symptom, but not for 'gout'. The French docs were touching multiple places on her legs making a comparison of her pulse at key points, enabling them to reach their conclusion (which ct confirmed). Uk docs never once touched her foot or legs. The vascular specialist got annoyed that I kept referring to gout, but at home that's what we were told repeatedly it was.. he said its NOT gout, its serious, she could lose her leg!
Long story short (sorry) the ct confirmed their suspicions and yesterday she had a stent fitted to see if its enough to save her leg. She has tingling in toes which is a good sign.. we'll see how the next few days go. Fingers (and toes) crossed she doesn't need to have her lower leg amputated, god knows how we'll fare with that!
So moral of story is, if you are being given the run around by the NHS at home (hate to say it but it's true) then come on holiday to France (or anywhere outside UK probably) to get decent and swift treatment.
Holiday plans completely out of window, but at least moho makes that level of flexibility possible.
My decision to come away despite her pain was a very difficult one but could hopefully have saved her leg, or indeed her life. Thank you Dax hospital ❤
The other issue we have is the insurance may not cover it as it didn't start after the trip commenced, even though it was never diagnosed previously. Oh well, it's only money, I'm just glad shes still here to learn some more French... They don't speak much English and my 38year old A level French is rusty. Plus they don't even attempt to speak slowly and loudly like we do