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I had a wholly satisfying encounter tonight with the Swiss medical system. It started, as you might imagine, with a worry: I appeared to have a deep vein thrombosis (clot, aka DVT), which in the worst cases can be fatal. I was processed promptly, with good news, at a good price.
Chief complaint: swelling, redness and pain in the foot
Last week while traveling I developed what seemed to be gout: a painfully swollen big toe joint. Long story short, five days and a long overseas flight later the symptoms had shifted and I wondered if it could now be a DVT. My doctor, with images and discussion via Skype & email but unable to physically examine me, said yes, I should go have it checked out.
Great: nothing like looking for medical services in a strange city, I mean strange country. Where to go? What’s this going to cost this uninsured foreigner? How long will I wait?
My trip host and the hotel desk agreed I should go to the walk-in clinic at the railroad station, across the street. Ginny and I gathered our things, and 15 minutes later we’d found the clinic and were waiting in line, with one person ahead of us. I checked in, and ten minutes later was called into an exam room.