And guess what I chewed up in Norway, thinking it was a lozenge? Yep. There I was, suffering from a sore throat, unable to buy regular American meds at the pharmacy. (No, they don’t have Sudafed. No, they don’t have Mucinex.)
But the pharmacist promised this one was close. Of course I couldn’t read the label, and the container looked like a Pez candy dispenser. So I popped one in my mouth and began to chew what was surely a chewable tablet.
Yikes. Instantly my mouth filled with foam (think of a volcano) and my eyes began to bulge. There was no way to contain the volume created by this one tiny disc. I now realize this could be an Alka Seltzer on some kind of Scandinavian steroids.
Of course the pharmacist handed me a tissue and probably wondered how many crazy Americans he’d actually had to deal with.
My daughter, Nicole, answered a swift, “Yep,” when I asked if she felt as if she were traveling with Lucy Ricardo. I didn’t tell her that my friends gave me a key chain in high school that said, “Lucy.” I didn’t have to.
Surely it’s time you subscribed to this weekly proof that you are highly intelligent (by comparison, y’know). Obviously I will never run out of evidence.