Tuesday morning Ken and I had to go downtown to get a medical exam to get approved for our long term residency here. We basically spent almost 3 hours waiting to get a chest x-ray and have the doctor read it to make sure we didn't have TB. In France, you get to keep your x-rays, so we now have 2 huge x-rays of our chests. Ken wants to hang them on the wall, I want to throw them out!
Ava has still been complaining about her teeth, so I knew that I had to take her in. Ken kept asking me to make an appointment, but I kept putting it off because I didn't want to have to call someone on the phone here. I had gotten a list of English speaking doctors, so on Monday I went through the list looking for one that was pretty close to our house. After about an hour of practicing what I was going to say, I made the phone call. Lucky for me, the doctor herself answered - something that NEVER happens in the States. She spoke perfect English and set up a time for Tuesday afternoon. Perfect! On Tuesday afternoon I found the building. It was an apartment transformed into a doctors office. There were tons of pictures on the walls and a small playset and toys on the floor - pretty inviting even though we were the only ones there. There was no receptionist or nurse. The doctor came out to get us and took us into the exam room which also was her office. There were about 200 Micky Mouse figurines on the walls and on her desk which Ava thought was great. She had a basket of toys for the kids to play with in the room, except for Beckett only wanted to play with this pink elephant that she had on her desk. She told me 3 times to show him the toys on the floor that he could play with, but Beckett had no interest in them, only the elephant. She took down all of Ava's health information and did a quick physical. When I asked about her teeth, she said to wait a couple of more weeks and see if she forgets what happened and maybe they won't bother her anymore. Interesting advice. At the end of the appointment, I paid, she gave me some paperwork for our insurance and we left. It was nice that I only had to communicate with her (especially since she spoke great English), but I didn't feel like she really liked the kids very much. She was fine with Ava, but just acted super annoyed with Beckett. She also wants us to schedule another appointment for Ava (and Beckett) to get tested for TB. France is apparently really nervous about a potential TB outbreak. Maybe next week...
On Wednesday night Ken started to not feel so well, so on Thursday morning he decided to go to the doctor. Lucky for him, he has French employees working for him that volunteered to call and make his appointment for him. He was able to get in on Thursday morning and get on some antibiotics. He thought that he may have had strep. They didn't do a strep test, but prescribed him antibiotics. Thankfully, he is feeling better and we can hopefully have a break from doctor appointments for a while.
Everything is pretty much unpacked in our apartment and it is starting to feel like home here. Ava has had a couple of rough drop-offs at school last week. The "newness" has worn off. She has always been very independent and never cried whenever we have dropped her off someplace. Not so this week. There were a few tears on Thursday and big sobs on Friday. I am praying things go better tomorrow. Beckett is doing great. He loves having his crib back (he loves his sleep!) and loves his Mommy time. In the next couple of weeks I have to work on getting him into some kind of daycare for a day or two a week. I love my time with him, but he needs a little time away from me!
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