I'm a qualified gestioinnaire de paie/RH. To put it mildly it's a fucking nightmare with about 8 stages in the process that must be sent before arrive after and not enfringe on another process for 10 days either side of the Ides in any month, depending on the direction of the wind.
Bit of an exaggeration, but not far off.
I'd rather do consolidated accounts in double entry book keeping by hand. it's simpler.
I spoke French before English even though I was born in the UK and I didn't find out until I was 50 the year we moved here. I have to take Cynomel for a thyroid problem and there was no supply for about 3 weeks from the middle of august - they didn't know where the problem was, what was the cause.
Because of all the stress, I've been suffering from hypothermia from mi-August. and my phychotic ex has told the A+E in Brive la Gaillarde that I've made 5 or 6 attempts at suicide and that I take 150mcg of Levo and 25mcg of Cynomel.
Just over a week ago it took me 3 days to find a Samu doctor who would believe me when i said I'd been ill for 6 weeks. The pharmacy refused to fax my script to the manufacturer, impossible, and finally, I'm now on 3 x 25 mcg per day. It's not enough, but my endo is on holiday and i can't keep getting new prescriptions. in an ideal world the French govt would have left this seep into the public eye.
However after the Levothyroxine scandal that they denied for nearly 3 years resulting in marches and a class action they daren't. Instead it's medecine by expediency. In order to keep public confidence high in the health service and the drugs manufacturers and therefore their share prices, they have said nothing.
90% patients who are hypo are women
of whom 1% like me can't to the T4 to T3 conversion .
So it's only a few women who are affected and, because of a combination of their age and their hormones and unreated depression they probably not taking their tables properly and so the lack of Cynomel had nothing to do with their death. Before they managed to produce Levothyrox they used cynomel or even Armour.
Armour can not be prescribed legally in France, T3 difficult to get as many doctors now in their 70s have never written a script for it and don't know enough endocrinologyto understand the blood test results. If I hadn't done the first 2 years of a medical biochemistry course with medics physiology, spoke French before English, be able to argue the hind leg off a donkey in French about the French, the English complete with several rude but very necessary arm gestures, I don't think I'd be alive.
That saddens me more than i can say, my heart's here. Even my neighbours don't understand how on a knife edge my health is. It's less stressful to keep warm in thermal clothes under my jeans etc than to email, text them because they start speaking faster and louder, and I just want to hide. My house is uninhabitable due to the owner tinkering with it since he bought it. It needs gutting and starting again using common sense. I live at 400m on damp slate so a numpty from 100m in the flat part of the Dordogne just moans that he can't replace the fan assisted stove that cost a fortune because it's so expensive. Tough, they either don't heat or you feed them with 500€ notes because they burn look pretty but don't heat. The matches from last year are so humid they won't strike. It'll cost 2000€ to move and I havent got it. Everyone thinks that because the maire didn't come out it's not that bad. Little do they realised.
As for starting a business here difficult the employers national insurance, to pay government debts is at 70%. A month ago I asked in Feu Vert for a price on retrofit parking sensors. 120€ for the parts and about 40€ for the labour. They're no longer allowed to order 3rd party parts, have to come from the main dealers. There's no point anyway, they couldn't afford to pay the guy to sit around all day so he"s no longer there.Next it'll be there are no car parts as they've been told they need 3 weeks stockpile of tractors for every school in the country.
I asked in the butcher for black puddings the decent ones. Without even bothering to look at me, he was talking to someone leaving for lunch, he told me he didn't know when they'd come in, it wasn't his problem it was the crise and he had to think about feeding his children. Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out.
This is an artisan butcher in a tourist centre town. They hate the government and now just want to be free again. They're too depressed frightened and worried for their families to be capable of caring about anyone else.
Friday a week ago we were joking about Thornleys of Chorley winning gold medals in Chorley, and being closed down by a meat inspector who didn't understand that the flore and fauna on the walls was part of this ambience. Not any more.