Just for the record, I’ve been coughing up a lung for the last week and only today did my mother-in-law seem to notice and bother to ask me what I’m taking for it. Now I know for a fact that she has a small pharmacy in her bedroom exploding with remedies and so last Saturday I asked my husband to call her and ask her what I should take. Why has it taken six days for someone in this family to notice that I am really sick? All anybody here cares about is if you have a fever…it’s like an Italian obsession, “oh, you say you’re sick, have you got a fever with that?”
It’s times like these that make me so homesick. If I was in Canada I would know exactly which products to take for what ails me and my doctor was not some phantom in the sky that writes prescriptions without at least getting my file out first! Here in Italy patient files are non-existent. The doctor seems to totally rely on his patients to come to visits brandishing whatever paperwork they have accumulated over the years that may seem relevent to the present visit, how weird is that?
Needlesstosay, Mama decided to take matters into her own hands this morning and pulled some mysterious viles out of her tickle trunk and 30 seconds later I was bare-assed getting a shot of something unknown to stop my cough. At that point, after six days of racking coughs and sore ribs I just wanted to hug her. I haven’t a clue what she gave me and she promises another shot tomorrow. Frankly, I don’t care what it is, it’s working.
I guess whatever doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger right?