The day was going to come when I finally got sick over here, and that day was yesterday. I’ve been dreading this since I don’t quite trust the healthcare system in Europe, but I knew it would happen eventually. Thanks to a combination of travelling, lack of sleep, and a poor diet recently, I came down with something last night.
Here are some things I’d like to enlighten you on when it comes to being sick abroad. On Sundays, practically everything is closed in Dublin, and that goes for clinics and doctors. I didn’t have anything severe enough to send me to the hospital, but if I wanted some sort of quick fix or prescription, hopping over to my local ECare does not seem to be an option. Well, not until Monday at least. Until then, I’ll depend on the old fashioned way of treatment: rest, fluids, vitamins, and allowing Matt to wait on me hand and foot. 🙂
Also, medicines are different here. For example, one cannot simply walk into the store and buy a bottle of Advil. Their equivalent is a much weaker version, certainly not worth the 75 cents a pill. If you want something stronger you must get a prescription from your doctor. Even then, it’s still not as strong as something like Advil, and you get a very small bottle. Matt’s abundant supply of Advil from America is becoming an office favorite. A 6 foot 5, 240 pound Scottish man was in awe of these little pills after taking a couple from Matt. He had never had pain knocked out so swiftly and successfully before. Matt joked that usually only infants take just two pills. In my case, I’ll be heading into the pharmacy asking for the strongest thing they have for my symptoms, and praying it does the trick.
Finally, the weather. How does that play in? It is August and we are currently experiencing 59 degree temperatures with whipping wind, rain, and fog. Therefore, I cannot so easily pop outside for a little sunshine and Vitamin D to enhance my immunities and mood. Sure, it makes for good “staying in bed and watching a movie” weather, but until I feel better, I won’t be going ANYWHERE. Where’s the sunshine when you need it? In America.
So there is the moaning and groaning, but there are a couple things that make being sick here a lot less painless. For one, it doesn’t suck to have Matt around. Along with his company, he’s a pretty good caretaker. Remind me to reread this post in the future when he gets sick! Also, our apartment is comfortable, making the recuperation process bearable. Finally, and here’s the clincher, I don’t have to call in sick to work tomorrow…