Due to some recent bike mishaps where I've ended up doing bodily damage, my dad has HIGHLY recommended (on a nearly daily basis) that I get myself a first aid kit. Both my parents claim I've never been very good at riding a bike. However I like to think my inability to stay upright has to do with years of not riding, and the death traps strewn around the city, such as construction sites and tram tracks.
Anyway, in my attempts to be an obedient daughter, I went in search of the needed items to create a basic first aid kit. So, I headed off to my local drug store. I knew I wasn't going to have much luck in the oral medicine department, from my cold/flu experience... but I was undeterred. The main item on my list besides Band-Aids was any form of a triple antibiotic ointment I could find, so I figured I'd at least have some luck. And I did, actually... in finding Band-Aids. But I searched the shelves for a type of antibiotic ointment to no avail. So I thought I just wasn't finding it due to my language barrier and not knowing the Dutch word for it. That wasn't the case either, because when I asked a sales associate if they had ANYTHING like what I was looking for, he said that it's something I'd have to get a prescription for. My mouth dropped... literally. I had to physically shut it again. He added after seeing my response that he agrees that it is much easier to get medicine in the States.
What I find hard to comprehend is: you need a prescription for a cream that kills the germs on a flesh wound, but you can meander over to any of the coffee shops that aren't more than 300 feet from one to the next and easily buy some weed. Twisted logic? Yeah, I think so.
By the way dad, can you put Neosporin on your list for the next package that makes it out here?