How in the hell, in a country with constant rain and cold and grey skies and such rapidly changing weather, do the Danes not get colds?
Not only do they not get them (ever) – they don’t even understand what they are. As I stand unable to keep my eyes open because they are streaming with tears and completely puffed up, a Dane asked me if I have really bad allergies, and I said I did but right now I actually have a cold.
Response: “Wait what, your cold?”
I mean I could deal with them lording their immune-system superiority over me, but the problem is, since they are so resilient, their country doesn’t see the need to sell cold medicine. Anywhere.
I went to the pharmacy and they told me to go home and drink tea. Others have told me to throw back a shot and go to bed. The Danes don’t even keep tissues in their houses, or sell them in boxes in any grocery store except one, which I thankfully found today. You also can't get an appointment with a doctor over a cold. And it’s illegal to mail medicine the country. I would do illegal things to get a bottle of NyQuil right now.
So while Copenhagen has been horrendus for my allergies, on top of that I am now, in my 3rd week, already on my 2nd cold. I’ve literally not been healthily functional since I got of the plane.
So what am I to do when it isn’t even winter yet and I can’t even get over these colds?? Besides chugging “Appelsin” (orange juice, confusing no?) and drinking tea (7 cups and counting so far today) I guess I will just suffer through until the moment I take a trip outside the country, when I will come back with an entire suitcase filled with cold medicine as my souvenirs.
I mean there is always the “eat a pastry” solution. Which of course I did.
Unfortunately, I think pastries are better for solving life problems, rather than physical ones, because I am waay to sugar-jacked now to take the nap I really need.
But at least I am much happier :)
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