When The Old Furlongs arrived in the UK from Africa twenty years ago, most of our children were already here. Mr Furlong ‘came home’ . ‘Home’ was nothing like we had imagined it to be. It wasn’t ‘England’ as romanced through our childhoods.
But, one of the strange things about the UK, was that the medicines we used in Africa were not available here. The medicines that really worked had been replaced by ghosts of themselves – bland, half-effective, safe stuff!
Suddenly we weren’t ‘allowed’ by law to use medicines that had been part of our lives, our whole lives. It was a bit of a shock.
I remember trying to buy Epsom Salts from Boots-the-Chemist. I got a thousand words from some idiot kid behind the counter as to how dangerous it was. A kid so ignorant, not to know you can use Epsom Salts for a trillion useful different things that aren’t threatening your life. Since then, we buy in bulk from the Internet.
I have never been a person to take pain killers – but in Africa there were some good ones, that ACTUALLY reduced pain. Mr Furlong got a hideous attack of neuralgia from a tooth abscess when we hadn’t been here long, and were ignorant of the ‘safe’ stuff we were allowed to buy over the counter. That day, unable to get any quick medical attention, Mr Furlong consumed twenty-two pills of something-useless-or-other. Fortunately Mr Furlong has always been a big strong chap.
Yesterday, he bought Paracetamol and Codeine for me from Boots-the-Chemist. He was entertained by a homily from a snot nosed kid behind the counter at how addictive it was. You can only buy a three-day supply.
Mr Furlong has got three kidneys, it takes a large quantity if stuff to affect him. It’s a pest if you actually set out to get drunk for instance!
However, having decided Paracetamol is useless stuff, and in the absence of actually getting something better unless I bribe the doctor, I shall be trying the Paracetamol and Codeine to assist with my pain.
Cannabis is also illegal.