Over the last ten years or so that I’ve been studying German, the lesson that stands out in my mind most was when we learned about illness in high school (props to Frau Young for making this lesson more interesting than it sounded). While I’ve always been known to whip out random vocabulary that no one has ever heard of (Fachwerkhäuser would be one of them), this little talent of mine finally came in handy when I went to the Apotheke for the first time.
While in America you may be able to walk into your corner CVS and stock up on any and every over-the-counter drug ever created, in Germany they don’t trust the common man with such volatile substances (Consequently, I’m guessing there’s not a lot of crystal meth in Germany). So, using the few key phrases I was able to remember from high school I explained to the (not very forgiving) pharmacist behind the counter what is wrong with me, going as far as actually sniffling and coughing to give her a demonstration of what I needed.
And I walked out with this.
German DayQuil? I can’t help but wonder if she gave this to me because of my obvious American ties, or because this is actually the best she had to offer my somewhat vague symptoms. I’ll keep chugging this Multi-Vitamin Saft for now, just in case.