In the run up to my round the world adventure, one has to acquire a huge amount of anti-malarial tablets for those wild and hot counties, such as India, Cambodia and possibly Liverpool (can’t be too careful around these parts).
On my recent frequent visits to the chemist - frequent because I actually cleared Liverpool’s supply of anti-malarial tablets out - I have had to pick up the massive amount of tablets (stupidly they put 8 to a box and I needed 200). The only problem with this large a quantity is the look the pharmacist and customers around you give you for having this huge white paper sack full of tablets. I either had some nasty disease, or was an insane hypochondriac (both of which caused people to stare).
On my second visit I felt the need to loudly proclaim ‘its for malaria, for my trip to India’ which not only made people more scared of me, the pharmacist just stared at me in a ‘just pick up your drugs and leave’ sort of manner.
I hope to never return to that pharmacist as long as I live, and will now have to spend the next two weeks cutting up the pill packets into reasonable size - at present I need a separate back pack just for my tablets!
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