The Danish Health Care System

After I have been benefiting from the Education System of Denmark for three weeks now, it was yet time for me to explore another aspect of the Danish welfare state: the Health Care.

The occasion was, that during partying, dancing and jumping around thursday night I twisted my ankle. For the fourth time during the last two years. Of course it's huge and also hurts and hurts even more when I walk, so I decided that this time it might be time to see a doctor. And as a summer student with enough free time to do so, I went to Frederiksberg hospital this morning.
I was welcomed by a friendly nurse, who of course spoke perfect English to me. After writing down my name and my birthday and what happened to me, by the way they didn't seem to care about my health insurance, they never asked for that, she offered me painkillers. I declined, it was not that bad. Still, I appreciated the gesture. I had to wait for a short while, nothing compared to the whiles you have to wait in a German hospital, but maybe traffic is not that high on a saturday morning. Then the doctor came to see me, touched my foot here and there and said I would have to go to get an X-ray. She leaves, I put on my shoes to go to the X-ray when a male nurse (is there a name for it - like Krankenbruder?) enters the room. I got up to go to X-ray with him, but he told me to sit down, he would weel me there. So he puts up two little fences on the sides of the bed so I wouldn't fall and starts wheeling me through the hospital. No need to say I felt like a princess. I got X-rays, which was quite painful and then I was wheeled back. After a little longer while the doctor came and told me that for now nothing was wrong, but there was a concerning detail on the X-ray, which looked like in an earlier accident some small part of the bone was split off and it's there in a weird position. So I finally got to know where this cracking sound on the Mexican stairs came from. The doctor told me to have it checked when I get home. This raises the interesting question where that is supposed to be. In the end a nurse wearing orange crogs (can it be worse) made me a tape and I was offered crutches, which I also declined and then I could leave.