We were met at the airport on our arrival and shown to the VIP lounge by the secretary to the prime minister. Our luggage was whisked away. I remember how hot it was. The four of us were taken in two separate cars to our new apartment. We felt like royalty! There were sugar canes everywhere on the way. The kids had lots of freedom at the apartment. It was safe and secure and they made lots of friends quickly, making good use of the swimming pool every day! Everything in Mauritius happens slowly! It took ages to get schools sorted out and eventually we chose one near the beach in the middle of a sugar cane field! It was a gorgeous drive to school each day, the turquoise, sparkly sea, sun and sugar cane fields.
I made an appointment as soon as I could to see an orthopaedic consultant on the island.
Doctor tally: 5
He sent me for an MRI and nerve conduction tests. They were done in a primitive hospital and were horrific. In the end, I had to send Andy and the kids out of the room. It was done at 7 pm at night and so it was dark, and the staff, although really nice, only spoke Creole, so I had no idea what was coming next or what was happening to me. I was lying on a camp bed in the hospital, which reminded me of an aircraft hangar. The tests were like having multiple electric shocks. It was never-ending. I swore never to ever have it done again. I went back to see the consultant a couple of weeks later and he said he thought the problem was related to a disc in my neck and that I would need a fairly simple operation. It wasn’t possible for him to perform the operation so we looked at options in South Africa and Germany, which had the closest specialist centres. As I researched these options, it was obvious that the logistics were too difficult, so I got back in touch with the last consultant I had seen in the UK at the Countess of Chester Hospital. I was then referred to Walton Hospital in Liverpool to see an orthopaedic consultant there.
Doctor tally: 6