The last thing I need
Posted by mofembot Tue, 15 Jul 2008 06:18:00 GMT
I nearly sprained an ankle after getting off the bus this morning at work. That would be the last thing I need. But then, the last thing I’d need would be a multiple-hours-long visit to a German emergency room, especially on a day when I need to get a lot of work done. Of course, the last thing I’d really need is for the sprain to turn out to be a broken ankle and to end up at the end of a very long day on crutches, which would make getting to the airport on Saturday problematic, given that I have to haul my luggage and all.
If I think of it, however, the last thing I’d need is for the ankle-plastering technician or the attending ER physician notice something odd about my [indeterminate body part], order some tests a la “House,” and discover that I have some kind of rare, life-threatening disease. Of course, the last thing I’d need in this scenario is to find myself surrounded by specialists, all of whom would be talking to one another in German, casting glances my way or looking at x-rays or scans or lab results and shaking their Teutonic heads in an ominous fashion. Occasionally one of them would think to say something to me in heavily-accented English, and it would be something like, “Ve vere chust discussing your case.” I don’t know if I would have the nerve to roll my eyes and give a retort along the lines of “it would be strange if you weren’t discussing my case,” because the last thing I need is to offend the One Medical Expert who could save my life… if only s/he found my case “interesting enough” (which is apparently the fictional House’s main criterion).
This all said, the last thing I’d need is to find out that the typo on my international health insurance card invalidates it at the German ER, which would mean that I would have to cough up the cash for all the tests and treatments and then hope to get reimbursed later on.
So it’s just as well that I managed to avoid spraining my ankle this morning.