brad@anize

Farmacia visit #3

Third time’s hopefully the charm. After enough coughing for this year (thankyou) and two nights bad sleep, it was time to head back to the pharmacy. This time, I’d skipped 14 chapters in my Spanish book to learn medical vocab and we were going to have a conversation, since I knew what I didn’t want and didn’t know exactly what I did want. The “I’m not sick, but have a sore throat” lozenges hadn’t worked, so I told him that. He threw away the box I’d brought back with me. I told him I did not want antibiotics, since I do not feel ill, I only want to treat the symptoms so I can sleep and cough less. Out came 30 400mg tablets of Ibuprofen. Not quite what the (I’m not a) doctor ordered. I told him that phlegm isn’t in my dictionary. “Flema” he said and it sounded right, so I agreed and it turns out the Spanish side of my dictionary does too. (He added “moco” as an alternative, which turns out to be mucus. Useful vocab this). To make sure all was understood I added that I mean in my chest now, not so much in my throat.

I now have 125mL of Bisolvon, a reddish syrup, which I’ve never heard of and so far hasn’t produced any better results than the honey rum. Chalk another one up for rom miel before I take my bedtime dose. I declined the throat spray he offered since I noticed the active ingredient was the same as the lozenges that aren’t helping. At least he agreed the cough syrup is better. It tastes bad enough that it should work. I’ve since gone back to chapters 11 and 12. Never did go to Malaga, still need to make plans.