Roast Lamb on a Bed of Potatoes
No update this week because….
Mon mari is lazing around a hospital again. I think he likes the food. (It’s a FRENCH hospital, after all.)
The damaged toe turned out to be more serious than we thought as, between last summer’s hospital stay and this winter, he developed diabetes.
I don’t have the time or the space to give you all the convoluted details, suffice it to say, when the diabetes was diagnosed he was scheduled for an appointment with the specialist on Wednesday for a week.
Since I was told this in French, I assumed I had misunderstood.
I said: You mean his appointment is a week from Wednesday.
He said: No, I mean it’s on Wednesday for week. Have him pack a bag.
It appears to be standard procedure here that the first course of treatment for diabetes is a week in the hospital.
We have learned that French doctors rather like to have their patients as a captive audience. If the patient is firmly under the control of the hospital said patient will be ready, waiting and willing (perhaps) at all times; totally at the convenience of the doctor.
We have also learned that French doctors are not accustomed to having their patients talk to them about such boring topics as their (the patient’s) health. The doctor will take care of you; shut-up and follow directions.
It’s their job to fix you.
They will let you know when you’re fixed.
When you’re fixed you may go home… Not a minute before…
So, quit asking!
He feels great; has not had any symptoms (other than the toe); is bored to tears and very grateful that he has DVD’s of both ‘The Wire’ and ‘Heroes’ to watch.
Again and again.
He’s been there almost 2 weeks and it looks like at least 1 or 2 more.
They want to do one more test that is only done on Fridays. They missed the cut-off last week so he has to stay another week.
What, you say?
Go home and come back for the test?
And be out of reach?
Are you crazy?!?
Sigh….
He’s not in the local hospital (20 minutes) but the big, regional one (90 minutes).
Guess what I’m doing these days….
I will not be making this on Easter…. But, I would if I could…
The recipe, Roast Lamb on a Bed of Potatoes, has been updated, nutrition information added, and re-posted here: Leg of Lamb, Roasted on Potatoes.
Did I mention he feels great? The toe is healing nicely? He’s bored?
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;0) right doctors would like to think they have all the answers and don’t need to share with the rest of us. That’s why they call us “patients” we’re expected to be patient.
Love the look of that potato bed – makes you wonder about a hospital bed . . . no I really like the potato bed!
O dear, what a storie, but although he’s bored, the doctors are responsible for his health, and in my experience that’s always good for husbands.
Hope they allow him home soon and that he is able to keep his diabetes under control once he’s home.
So sorry to hear that. It would be unheard of to spend time in hospital here as you already know unless you were on deths door…no room in the inn:D
Another example of how completely different the culture of medical care is in Europe! I’m sure that by next Easter you will be cooking at home, in your own stove, and all the trials and tribulations of this year will be forgotten.
Bad news, for sure…but at least it is controllable. Yikes! 90 minutes from home? But, you just got there!
Hang in there and be extra careful while you’re home alone – no more accidents! Hope he’s home by Easter.
Sorry to hear the news. My SO got the same news in 2002, in Belgium. It was just a week in the hospital, though (are the Belgians faster, or perhaps less caring?).
Presumably it’s Type II diabetes, which is easily controllable these days, with no expectation of horror stories in the future (you know them already). SO uses a daily pill to control blood sugar, and also RIGOROUSLY monitors diet and does plenty of exercise. She probably uses the blood sugar monitor more than she should, but it helps with daily monitoring and also long-term changes in medication.
It’s over for heavy doses of sugar, but then again, a pastry in Europe is not like a Cinnabon in the US. Good news: red wine drops SO’s blood sugar like a bucket down a well (which she uses to bring up more red wine; well, so to speak).
This sounds so totally opposite from hospitals here, you have to be almost half dead to get in and if you can open your eyes and sort of get around… away with you!
Hope they won’t abuse the patience and get on a bit. It will be quite a change in what you can cook for him then? Glad you’re creative enough. Take care.
So sorry to hear that! I hope they let him home soon! That is one awesome lamb…
Completely different in culture from here where you are lucky if you see your doctor for 5 minutes.
Hope everything goes well!!
Quel drag for you both!! I guess they won’t let you smuggle that lovely looking lamb roast into the hospital so you guys can have a proper dinner together. (I somehow suspect that French hospital food is only marginally better than Canadian hospital food and Canadian hospital food is dismal.)
I love the look of the potatoes flanking the lamb. Beautiful!
Oh, poor hubby! And poor you!
But lucky me…now I know how I’m going to cook my Easter leg of lamb!
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Tanna, and they ‘practice’ medicine ’cause they’re don’t always know…
Ulrike, at least he seems to be listening to THEM!
Amanda, me, too!
Val, they do like to keep the patients under lock and key here.
Lydia, from your lips…..
Cindy, it’s a bit of a drive… And the girl-dogs aren’t happy about being left all the time.
Zoomie, I’m not even changing light bulbs (involves big ladder)
TikiPundit, that IS good news…. the red wine, I mean. Mon mari is going crazy because all he can do for exercise is race around in a wheel chair.
Lien, actually, it won’t be a change at all – other than portions. (less potatoes, rice, more veg)
Joey, it was a good lamb…
Jeff, oh, he only sees the doc for 5 minutes…. the rest of the time he’s just waiting.
Elizabeth, actually, the food is pretty good, or so he says – and more than I would give him….
Amy Rae, I hope you like it!
Tenne-parman – I’ll have a look ;-))
Wow!! Here in the UK they send you home with a “take-out-your-own-stitches” kit as soon as they can :o) Hope he gets home soon and that his condition is easily manageable.