French healthcare

I had a little 'nodule' as I called it on my ankle for about 12 years, which was thought to be an insect bite or sting that never seemed to go away.     In the last 12 months it stared to sting like mad so I mentioned it to our new Doctor.     
"Well Madam" he said "does it hurt?" and with that, gave it a good poke.... after scraping me off the ceiling, he decided "yes, it would have to be cut off".     (eh? my leg? - I frantically looked for my French/English dictionary)... "no Madame juste le petit bouton" (phew)..
I was dispatched to a specialist (who looked about 10 years old) and he gave it a good poke to test my pain threshold.    "Now when would you like to come into my clinic and have this removed?".said baby Doc.    That was a shock in itself.     Not a waiting list in sight.    So we both got our diaries out and booked me in then and there!

On the appointed day, I arrived scrubbed head to toe in disinfectant three times as per instructions - (all for this little sixpence size thing).... oh well.     
When it was all over (3 mins max) and I was duly wheeled out of the operating theatre sporting a giant band-aid, I was told to expect the nurse at home - every two days for 15 days including Sundays, and public holidays!!!  - why?  to change the band-aid and inspect the wound (microscopic).    I tried to protest - non, non il n'a pas été nécessaire...   No chance.   When I rang the nurse to arrange it, she was on my doorstep within 35 mins to introduce herself and assess my needs.


It got worse.   I then had to collect my prescription for a carrier bag full of giant band-aids, sterile wipes, gauze, boxes of disposable tweezers, more Betadine scrub - enough to keep a ward for a week!     Can't complain but do worry about what it would be like if ever I needed something really big doing (heaven forbid).   The mind boggles.