Doctors, Shmoctors

Number of Cockroach Sightings: 1  (It’s on my towel! It’s on my towel! Aagghh…)

So I call up clalit this morning, our healthcare provider, to make a standard appointment.  The only available languages are hebrew, arabic or russian.  I choose the hebrew option but she speaks so fast I can barely follow the next set of options.  I decide to go for the first one thinking this is most likely to be the one for making a standard appointment.  Logically.

I get through to a lady, and when I ask for an appointment she keeps asking if I want a “second opinion”.  I explain, no, I dont need one of those, I just have some blood results and I was told to discuss them with the doctor.  She explains that I have pressed the option for second opinions.  She puts me through to another option and I fall about laughing as it dawns on me that the primary option when calling your healthcare provider is for getting a second opinion.  And people say this country does not feel like a Jewish state???!

Our flat-purchasing drama continues.  We almost gave up today and a kind new friend took us to see a load of rentals, but now it looks like there is a chance we can move in soon after all.  So we wait and pray.  Estate agents are turning out to be very helpful, much to our surprise, and are trying their utmost to move things along for us.  It seems the delay is from our seller, who has been very slow in producing key documents.  It amazes me that he would think anybody (even “naive” foreigners) would be willing to sign a contract and hand over a huge sum of money without having checked that the entire property is soundly built, legal and fitting with it’s description. 

Sometimes I feel like I have landed on another planet.