It's spring in Tuscany, and for me that means allergy season. Yippee. I'm a snotty mess until the end of May.
So, seein' as how I had planned on doing some prevention this year, at the first sign of a stuffed nose I hightailed it to the village pharmacy. Our pharmacist has a knack for giving you "just the thing that you need!", and 9 times out of 10 it's medicine to solve a problem that you didn't have. I don't know how he does it, you know, being so consistent in making drug errors. I used to think the problem was mine. Maybe I was using the wrong Italian words? Could it have been my accent that caused him to give me eardrops when I asked for eyedrops? Everyone I know has had a drug story to tell about this guy.
Upon entering the shop, I tried scoping out the meds on the shelves myself, thinking my guess was as good as his was. He spotted me, and smiled, and practiced his English greeting, so I gave up my Sherlock sleuthing. I plainly and slowly asked him for an antihistimine that did not make me drowsy. One that I could take during the daytime while driving a car. "yes yes yes! This one will work for you!". I asked if he was absolutely sure that this one would not make me drowsy?...trying to discreetly speed read the back of the package. Ok. Twelve euros for a box of 10 pills. Just to be sure, back home I checked the instructions and it said the pills usually would not cause drowsiness. I didn't like the "usually" part.
Yesterday at lunch I was having problems breathing, so I took one with my meal. Afterwards, my husband and I went to visit friends who had asked for help in building a door frame for their house. The men were building in the shop, and we women went inside to chat. I started feeling weird, couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, my eyes were droopy, I started yawning... the antihistimine! I quickly explained. Laughing, she fixed me up a hot tea to revive me.
We started telling our Pharmacist Horror Stories, each one worse than the other. Then we talked about our weddings, whether or not we should organize a trip to Venice, and should we go to Ikea soon for new curtains? (Her's were from Ikea and I had curtain envy). She offered up lots of cute little cookies to eat, and I was in love. I ate one of each, maybe there were seven kinds? I told her I was thisclose to picking out kitchen tiles for the new kitchen remodel. She said she would love to move permanently to the Canary Islands.
I remember these sketchy conversations. Did I actually ask how much she paid for her curtains, or did she offer up that info? I think I might have drooled a bit while yawning, I'm not quite sure, because she passed me a napkin for some reason, and I wiped my mouth with it. I'm thinking that I drooled. Only a true friend would offer a drooling woman a napkin and say nothing about it!
I believe that we made a date to go Easter clothes shopping this week. I'm probably going to have to call her and find out if this is a hallucination on my part.