MichelleElynHogan
Veteran Member
Ok, I have now been home 6 full days. After falling on May 5, head first down a spiral staircase in Paris, just leaving the Hostel for the train station, I had to miss that morning train. After laying on a couch in the hostel common area for nearly an hour, waiting for a taxi / ambulance, I decided to walk to the train station (Gare Montparnasse), to see if I could convert my morning tickets to afternoon tickets, before going to the hospital.
The very nice gentleman managing people in line for tickets noticed the predicament of what I thought were two broken fingers, asked if I would like to see a Bombier (EMS, EMT, Ambulance Medic)? I asked if that was possible as I did not receive this injury in the Station. He said, "Of course, you are hurt and need attention." I was taken to the First Aid Office, sat down, temp and blood pressure taken, full personal information provided, and the Bombier said, "We must take you to the Hospital." I asked the cost of taking me there. "There is no cost. Do not worry."
The Hostel attendant had been on the phone and I was advised as I left for the Station that I should go to Hospitaux Cochin. The Bombiers advised they were taking me to the same hospital. I advised that they were expecting me. This worked out well as I was taken in the Back Way rather than having to come in the front and be triaged with everyone in the Waiting Room.
During my stay, I was able to have a conversation with a young woman who told me that she had stomach cancer, previously cured, but was in that day for an MRI and suffering with stomach pains. We had a very heartfelt talk that touched on many facets of llfe, both hers and mine. I pray that she is well now.
Beyond this, xrays were taken, I was given gas anesthetic that did bnot put me under but came close. Then the doctor came in, reset my right index and middle fingers and sent me off for a second set of xrays. Once done, I was presented with copies of all xrays, bandaged up to stabilize the fingers and the badly sprained wrist and released.
I asked, "Where do I make payment?" "The doctor said, "There is no cost," at which I lunged toward the Staff and provided profuse Mercis and hugs all round. Due to the sterile environment, I did not allow myself to kiss both cheeks.
So, I did not know if this was a standard result or did the Hostel take care of the bill? It would be confirmed later that if you are taken to hospital by the Bombiers, there is not cost. Apparently, this is also the case in Spain, but this has not been verified.
Fast forward to May 13, when my body hit my personal wall and my left IT Band blew out, yet again, It was between Puenta de la Reina and Maneru, on Mother's Day. The good news is that I completed 100 km this time, double the first attempt. But God and the Camino have advised that this biological unt has a limit of 100 km.
Now comes the fun and controversial part. Two days later, I entered the airport at Santiago de Compostela, with my pack and walking poles. Due to my leg issues, I requested assistance and took my poles and pack with me. TSA wanted to take the poles. I asked, "What am I to use to be able to walk when I get to my destination?" They relented and my pack and poles remained with me throughout then next three days getting home through Dublin, Reykjavik and Toronto.
Will I return? Maybe. I a looking at the Irish Camino coupled with the Camino Ingles. Maybe next year.
The very nice gentleman managing people in line for tickets noticed the predicament of what I thought were two broken fingers, asked if I would like to see a Bombier (EMS, EMT, Ambulance Medic)? I asked if that was possible as I did not receive this injury in the Station. He said, "Of course, you are hurt and need attention." I was taken to the First Aid Office, sat down, temp and blood pressure taken, full personal information provided, and the Bombier said, "We must take you to the Hospital." I asked the cost of taking me there. "There is no cost. Do not worry."
The Hostel attendant had been on the phone and I was advised as I left for the Station that I should go to Hospitaux Cochin. The Bombiers advised they were taking me to the same hospital. I advised that they were expecting me. This worked out well as I was taken in the Back Way rather than having to come in the front and be triaged with everyone in the Waiting Room.
During my stay, I was able to have a conversation with a young woman who told me that she had stomach cancer, previously cured, but was in that day for an MRI and suffering with stomach pains. We had a very heartfelt talk that touched on many facets of llfe, both hers and mine. I pray that she is well now.
Beyond this, xrays were taken, I was given gas anesthetic that did bnot put me under but came close. Then the doctor came in, reset my right index and middle fingers and sent me off for a second set of xrays. Once done, I was presented with copies of all xrays, bandaged up to stabilize the fingers and the badly sprained wrist and released.
I asked, "Where do I make payment?" "The doctor said, "There is no cost," at which I lunged toward the Staff and provided profuse Mercis and hugs all round. Due to the sterile environment, I did not allow myself to kiss both cheeks.
So, I did not know if this was a standard result or did the Hostel take care of the bill? It would be confirmed later that if you are taken to hospital by the Bombiers, there is not cost. Apparently, this is also the case in Spain, but this has not been verified.
Fast forward to May 13, when my body hit my personal wall and my left IT Band blew out, yet again, It was between Puenta de la Reina and Maneru, on Mother's Day. The good news is that I completed 100 km this time, double the first attempt. But God and the Camino have advised that this biological unt has a limit of 100 km.
Now comes the fun and controversial part. Two days later, I entered the airport at Santiago de Compostela, with my pack and walking poles. Due to my leg issues, I requested assistance and took my poles and pack with me. TSA wanted to take the poles. I asked, "What am I to use to be able to walk when I get to my destination?" They relented and my pack and poles remained with me throughout then next three days getting home through Dublin, Reykjavik and Toronto.
Will I return? Maybe. I a looking at the Irish Camino coupled with the Camino Ingles. Maybe next year.