After 28 years of buying my own antibiotics, whenever I needed them (or thought so) I' ve finally come to a place that reminds me of USA: from the outside it looks carefree, but inside is a bear trap.
Last week I got a mild infection and went to the pharmacy, already too late, being sure that I would have walked out of there with a ciprofloxaxin pack. No, ma'am! I needed a prescription and my ears could not believe it! It was too late in the afternoon to go to my general practitioner and too late in the week to wait until monday. I had to go to the emergency room of the General Hospital to get a prescription for antibiotics: first time in my life!
Somebody went to an open pharmacy to get them for me. Turns out that in Cork there is only one pharmacy open past 9 pm! The person in the pharmacy explained that this is such a small city that emergencies to die for don't happen often. Besides, when you can die of whatever you got, the Hospital gives you the medicine... which was not my case, of course.
Another shocking thing is that the pharmacist counts the pills for you, and gives you only the exact number that, according to the doctor who gave you the prescription, you need!
I researched a little and it turns out that in this "cumbaya my lord-everything is natural" country they are so scared that people gets inmune to antibiotics that they decided to give them only under strict prescription!
So, i took a note: next time I travel abroad I'm gonna bring back some packs of drugs for me, such as painkillers and staff, because I do not see myself waiting for another 3 hours in the ER for an aspirin!
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