I’ve been pretty good at not picking up any flu’s or viruses so far on this trip despite all of the airports and lack of Germ-X (I will never be the girl with the sparkly, strawberry-scented sanitizer, it clashes with my lipstick).
However, while I was in France I did get somewhat of a cold/sore throat/ ear infection/ the plague depending on when you talked to me during the length of the sickness. I went to the pharmacy to get some cough medicine thinking I could look for over the counter medication with people looking sick on the front of the bottle (classic). No such luck. Their branding was minimalistic at best.
I went to the counter to talk to the pharmacist but she didn’t understand what I needed with simple pointing. What did I do? I basically coughed in her face. I reenacted Romeo & Juliet when he drinks the poison except with more throat grabbing and less stumbling. Also, the scene was more high school play, then Leonardo Dicaprio’s version.
It got the point across though. She wiped my phlegm off her lab coat and asked “Natural or chemical?”. Well, when you put it that way! I asked for natural so I didn’t come off as an American baboon when I had just proven to her I was a highly talented actress that breaks the fourth wall when she needs to.
Maybe I should move to France and become a mime. I’ll never have to apologize for my lack of language skills. In fact, people will tip me for NOT talking to them.
Anyways, I went home and drank the mixture of essential oils and honey reminiscing of the better days when I could drink cough syrup without judgment.