I hate going to pharmacies because I feel like the pharmacist is always judging me.
I could be purchasing a toothbrush, or I could be purchasing birth control. It doesn’t matter. I feel equally guilty and I’m just not sure why.
To pharmacists everywhere: I have nothing but respect. It’s not you. It’s me. You guys just keep doin’… pharmacist stuff.
Overseas, however, it’s a different story. I am FEARLESS and strong and have an innate ability to conquer any chemist with no shame. Some may call me a hero. But that’s not necessary.
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There’s something about a language barrier that makes the interaction far less embarrassing: the pharmacist doesn’t know me, they don’t know my life story, they can laugh about me with all their pharmacist friends and I’m no more than some weird foreigner who they will NEVER SEE AGAIN.
That’s a positive look at the language barrier. But there’s a flip side.
Part of travelling to a foreign country is immersing yourself in foreign language. And when immersing yourself in foreign language, you rarely consider the value of fundamental medical terms.
That is, until you’re standing in a safari lodge in the middle of the Kalahari desert, trying to convey “I have my PERIOD” with some hand signals because you ran out of tampons.