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?
3 comments:
You are so cute Claire...
... and think - if this didn't happen, what would you have to blog about? :)
And once again you have caused me to laugh out loud. How many accidents have you had on your bike? Your poor bike! I hope you haven't broken anything yet.....on the bike or yourself!
Oh man that is some seriously twisted logic. So if you cut yourself you have to go to the doctor and get a prescription for antibiotics... that's nuts. I think the relief society here should put together a first aid kit for you and send it over.
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