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I have decided that there is nothing worse than being sick in a country where you have no idea what you can and can't buy at a pharmacy.

Everything has a different name, the dosages aren't the same, and even if you find a replacement for your tried and tested flu-busting favourites. There is no guarantee that they'll sommer* hand it over  the counter.

I want Orange flavoured Eno's for my chronic heartburn . I want proper sinutab, with all it's varieties , and not this wishy washy crap over here. I want Sinutab ND for the daytime , and Sinutab with codeine for when my flu-ish aches and pains and sniffs are so bad that I can't sleep.

I want med-lemon extreme with ginger and ginseng.

I do love my Vick Vapo-Steam though , and the extra soft 2-ply eucalyptus tissues. And the chewable Vitamin C that doesn't taste like a lemon gave birth in your mouth. And the really lekker  blue stuff that everyone gives to their children when they're sick. Knocks you out like a bomb... what's  that you say ? Only  1 scoop ? Oh dear , I thought I needed to double the dose since I'm double the size of the normal recipients  . Too Late . G'night all.

I just want to not be sick .... is that too much to ask?

* sommer - I must be honest I'm not sure what the translation to english is  - but the closest I can come is 'just' used in a sarcastic tone- like 'They'll just hand it over the counter..... 
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