The Expat Lurgy

I have an American friend who has lived in this country for about a year and half. And she has had the most horrible autumn in terms of colds and illness. I told her, "Don't worry, you just just have the expat lurgy!"

The term "lurgy" is one of those British-isms that I love. It is the approximate equivalent of the American playground highly-infectious "cooties", although now it is used by adults to describe any sort of undefined infection malady, in my experience usually the common cold. It's a fair description -- a cold is highly infectious with no known cure and although not life threatening, most people have to keep working and functioning, all the while feeling pretty much like death.

Moving to another country, in so many ways, is like going to kindergarten, school, nursery or daycare for the first time. You are suddenly exposed to a variety of germs that you have no immunity to yet. And so, the first few winters with the expat lurgy can be quite wearing.

Along this vein, in a sort of get-better-soon post dedicated to her, I thought I'd observe a few differences in illness terminology between English and American English.

First, when you aren't feeling well in England, you would say, I'm ill, or I was ill. In America you would say I'm sick or I was sick. You might want to avoid saying that in England as "being sick" means vomitting, specifically. In the lift at work if someone asks you where you were yesterday and you say, "oh, I was sick", they might be taken aback at your overshare of bathroom-related information.

Second, you don't go to the emergency room here, but accident & emergency (fondly called A&E). And you aren't in the hospital, you're only in hospital. I'm not sure where the definite article went to.

Third, if you're baffled why they don't sell Tylenol (or acetaminophen) in this country, it's because it's called paracetamol in the U.K. Both names are derived from the chemical compound: acetyl-para-aminophenol.

And on that note, I leave you with my best U.K. cold tip (which I credit my friend Erin for sharing with me years ago): buy Sudafed behind the counter at the chemist (drug store) and not on the main shelves. That's where you can get the original decongestant made from pseudoephedrine, which is the stuff that actually makes you feel better. The other stuff (phenyleprine hydrocloride) is less effective, in my opinion.

P.S. And do you know why the pseudophedrine is only sold on request, and similarly restricted now in the U.S. as well? It's because pseudoephedrine is used as in ingredient in the stimulant methamphetamine, or speed. The last time I bought some when I was home in New York, they asked for my driver's license and took down all my details. It's funny because I find both countries inconsistent in the precautions they take to insure our safety. They don't ask for identification here when buying Sudafed, but they won't sell you more than two boxes of ibuprofen at the same time and the tablets are wrapped in foil pop-out containers, which seems completely unnecessary. Contrast this with the fact that they sell pain killers here that contain codeine over the counter, which is highly addictive. The only thing they ask you when you buy it is "have you taken this before?", which almost seems to encourage serial use.

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Full Circle

I write this wearing wrist splints (sigh). Turns out that pesky pain in my hand? It was a sprained thumb and wrist joint.

The good news is that I have a competent physio. And that we caught it early. So I have been using wrist splits to rest it (I have one for the other hand too as that wrist was getting sore compensating for the other one) and taking a load of anti-inflammatories to help my body heal itself.

We're not sure exactly what caused it, but according to my physio this is typical. With an acute injury it's often not just one thing, but a series of overuse and stress, often accompanies by being overtired. We think it may have something to do with reading books on my phone (turning the pages with my thumb), working a little too much on my work laptop at home (i.e. with a touchpad instead of a mouse) and maybe driving in Ireland for a week exacerbated it. After all, it was my first time on the left hand side of the road and I was likely to be a little nervous -- perhaps gripping the steering wheel in sheer panic?

This incident, although being extremly annoying and painful, was at least a good reminder of a point that I made several times when starting this blog a few years ago: our bodies are not machines. Getting enough rest, making sure we get enough food to eat at the right frequency and being kind to our own mental state are things that don't get enough press these days. Everyone seems so focused on achievement, accomplishment and pushing ourselves, to what I fear can be the brink.

My splints are a good reminder at the moment to slow down and enjoy life a little. That's when the good stuff happens anyway. And it's interesting to note that I'm getting just as much work done even with a slower typing pace. Sometimes slower equals smarter.

Enjoy your weekend!

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