Being sick in a new country.

Being sick in a new country is poo. Not only do you have to locate the chemist but then you have to try and decipher the packaging to make sure that you are;

1. purchasing the right medication.

2. taking the right dosage.

3. administering it in the right way.

I am hoping that the cold and flu tablets I bought yesterday are similar to Australian and German brands. One lady tried to sell me bottles of elixir for my chills and aches. I was not convinced. Especially when I don’t think she really understood what I was trying to say at all.

Also, where is the doctor? We haven’t found a doctor yet. So if one of us falls really ill, we wouldn’t have a clue who to see. (And will they give me a week off for a little nose drip like the German doctors do???) And also, we haven’t registered with a hospital yet. Apparently if you don’t register with your local hospital they can choose not to treat you. Are they going to leave me there to convulse and vomit on their doorstep???

Maybe I am just being negative because I have the Being Sick Blues…