Thankful our access to DIY healthcare.

Yes of course I am thankful to have access to actual healthcare. Doctors, hospitals, emergency rooms, urgent care facilities, 911, ambulances, fire trucks all that. But on a smaller scale, I am grateful to live in a world where when I get sick (as I do every Halloween) I can stroll into one of about 37 drugstores near me and grab a box of pills off a shelf to alleviate my symptoms. I may have to show ID for the good stuff. . .  and sign a form saying I won’t sell them or use my acquisitions to make methamphetamines, but I am thankful for the option.

On our honeymoon (affectionately referred to now as ‘The Bunnymoon’) the weather changed about halfway through. It got cold. Chilly and damp. Chilly, damp, and given our affinity for climbing to the top of, well, everything. . .it was also windyyyyy!

We got sick.

Just a little sore throat, mild headache, sleepy, achy, need-a-cup-of-tea kinda thing. But it was still a bummer to be sick on vacation. our honeymoon no less. in Paris. So we went to the nearest drugstore.  -_- No drugs.
The next one. . . .no drugs. We were finally directed to Publicis near Arc de Triomphe as the only drugstore open at the late late hour of 10pm. We hauled as over there and discovered that ‘drugstore’ means drug. store.

You must make your requests to a pharmacist and they will present you with options and dispense medications accordingly.
The true test of language fluency? Trying to explain symptoms of a physical illness in a foreign language. I was doing well until I got to “runny nose”. -_- I just made sniffing noises and hoped he didn’t think I was a cokehead.

He didn’t. We got our meds and all was well. But it took hours to figure out, and I’m still not sure what we took #Faith

So for the option to walk into a store, not have to speak a word. . . in any language, and easily procure medication to ameliorate my condition; I am thankful.