First Trip to the Doctor

I don't know if you all remember that Josh had an ingrown toenail right before we left for Vienna, and he had to have it removed... (sorry for the details). Anyway, it must have been contagious, because soon after we got here, I got one too. It was very painful and all the walking that we have to do, did not help it at all. So I decided to find a doctor. I asked my new landlord if she new of a doctor who spoke English that I could go to. She gave me the name of her doctor who was from Egypt. She assured me that he spoke English and that he could fix my toe. At that point, I did not care who the doctor was, I just wanted some relief. So the next day I went out looking for the doctor's office. I had a few directions and a map and I started on the search. After getting on the wrong bus and then having to get on the U-Bahn for one stop and then getting on the wrong Strassenbahn, I was very lost. You see, I usually just follow Josh and he gets us where we need to go. I decided that he should stay home with the kids, and I would go by myself this time. Wrong choice!
I finally made it to the doctors office (which was on the second floor of an apartment building) and I bravely walked up to the receptionist desk. I asked her if she spoke English and she said no, so I just started talking in English anyway. After a brief description of what was wrong with me, she told me to stop talking. So I did. She said "Insurance". So I gave her my card. She handed it right back to me and said "Give me thirty euro". I said OK and then she told to sit down. So I did.
One minute later, I heard someone in the back say "Hensal". So I stood up and walked back to the back room and there was the doctor. I asked him if he spoke English and he said "A little bit". He asked what was wrong, so I told him my toe hurts. He looked at it and then he said "I do operation". I said, "Excuse me"? He said "You take medicine for one week, and I do operation. But, I go on Urlaub.." (vacation) "so you find new doctor". Then he told me to go back and sit down. Then he called me back and put a band-aid on my toe and told me to sit back down. I did and then the receptionist said "Hensal- thirty Euro" so I gave it to her and she gave me a prescription and I left.
I called Josh and started bawling! It was the worst culture shock day for me so far!
I have just finished the medicine, so now I am trying to decide if I need "operation" or not. It is feeling much better, so we will have to see.