Thanks Graham. In a word I did not have a good holiday at all, but at least it was an interesting one. I'm only too aware that I promised to find out answers to a few queries from people here but in view of events I hope I'll be forgiven for not doing so.
Where shall I start? On the first day (Wednesday) I waited for the rain to stop then decided that as it wasn't going to do so I'd better go out to the shops. The weatherman waited until I was out to unleash his full fury and within a short time I was wading through water mid-thigh to cross the road (there are pics on Facebook of the floods).

The following couple of days it was better and I had a mooch around the medina etc.
On the Saturday morning I met a Swedish journalist friend for coffee then we went to the Port. Stepping on one of the Pirate boats, I slipped and apparently caught the bottom of my leg on a metal plate, which folded my skin back like a blanket. She and a Tunisian friend insisted on taking me, bleeding profusely, to the local clinic, where they shuddered, cleaned me up and said very loudly 'plastic surgery' and 'private clinic'.

Knowing how awkward insurance companies can be, much to my friends' annoyance, I insisted on going back to the hotel first, picking up my passport and insurance papers and phoning the company who said they would phone me back (which they didn't). I phoned again and was told they couldn't find any trace of my insurance. They then transferred me to the bank through which I had the insurance and they assured me that I was covered so on to the Clinic Essalem who promptly took my passport. Ins company had said that I would pay for outpatient treatment and reclaim from them but if I needed to stay in I had to clear it with them first. Dr at Clinic took 200 dinars off me - so far so good. A little later, when on the operating table being given an epidural, I was hardly in a position to discuss the matter. After over an hour of embroidery I was returned to a ward, hooked up to a drip and catheter and there I stayed for the next four days. I was then discharged back to the hotel, with a load of hyperdermic needles to give myself a daily injection to prevent thrombosis, some further hyperdermics in case of excess pain and some powders to be taken in water three times a day to prevent infection. The hospital kept my passport in case the insurance company didn't pay up!! It was arranged that a nurse would come in to re-dress the wound (nice man, who did not speak any English, with a constantly dripping nose (he said it was 'allergies'). At this time I'm wearing a fetching plastic thing down the back of my leg and foot, held on by a very wide stretchy crepe bandage fastened by sticky tape which soon came unravelled.
I think that is enough of this saga dear readers. In the end I got the rep from LowCostBeds involved and he was an absolute angel, retrieving my passport from the hospital and even collecting my Certificate to Fly from them, after I had been told I had to go back for it. The insurance company finally agreed a quicker transfer to Tunis from Sousse rather than the one with Med Hotels which had taken 4 hours on the way out (that's another story), plus wheelchair assistance both ends and a car to take me home from Gatwick. I am now awaiting a claim form from them and it should be quite interesting filling that in, as Tunisia isn't particularly big on receipts. So far I have only mentioned to them the fact that I dropped my bag containing my new camera and some money in the water when I fell. At least I have some souvenir pictures - a couple of x-rays and some pics of my foot taken on my mobile phone!! They want a police report for things lost/stolen, but somehow my need to get to the hospital over-rode my need to go to a police station at the time and once back at the hotel I couldn't go out in case (a) I fell again or (b) I looked nicely vulnerable and got myself mugged.
Thank goodness I had a Tunisiana SIM card, as I spent a fortune on phone calls on both my phones but it would have been even worse if I'd only had my T-Mobile one.
I will now fulfil my obligations to HT and put a hotel report on and no doubt other gems of wisdom gleaned from this experience will surface on here from time to time. As a 'footnote' I can't get an appointment to see the nurse at my local docs until Friday so will have to continue with injecting myself and dress the foot/leg when someone can pick me up a decent crepe bandage and some anticeptic, which I don't seem to have in the house!!! And my daughter says she isn't going to let me leave the country in future.
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Aslemma
2009-10-13 21:54:49