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Spreading Fear
Published April 27, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: Fairy Tales Hair Care, Lice, Swine flu
If It’s Not About Lice, I’m Not Interested
Published April 23, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: Lice, realtor
We put in an offer on a house, and it was accepted– then countered.
Had this happened two days ago, we would have been beside ourselves. We would have spent hours talking about the house, whether we wanted to up the offer, how much we liked the neighborhood, how long our drive to preschool would be….and yet, because our realtor’s call came during our lice attack, we didn’t bother calling her back until the next day.
My daughter had been sent home from school that morning with a case of lice. By the afternoon, I was in a fog of laundry, lice spray, fine tooth combs, and toxic shampoo. I could only think about what to wash, comb and spray next. Unless someone called with information about lice, I had no interest in it.
But the good news is, we got the all clear today. My daughter’s lice is gone. The hours I spent combing her hair paid off. Now we just have to make sure it doesn’t come back, with the help of our array of toxic sprays and gels.
Now, on to the house. We are shocked by how quickly things are moving. We put in an offer on Monday. The fact that we had to read and sign a 10 page document to even make an offer was alien to us.
In London, you just make a verbal offer. You haggle back and forth through the agents, agree on a price, then wait for something to go wrong.
And it almost always did: someone might accept a higher offer, even if they already gave yours the green light.
Or, if someone needs to sell their place before buying yours, the process can go on for weeks, or months, if it even completes at all.
When we bought our flat in London, the sale took six weeks to complete. And that was considered quick.
We weren’t in a chain (i.e. we didn’t have to sell anything in order to buy it) and the flat was vacant. So I couldn’t figure out what was taking so long.
Here in Georgia, you can buy a property in three to four weeks, according to our realtor. That seems almost too quick. If you’re distracted for a few weeks (by something like, say, lice, and its itchy aftermath) you might not focus on what you’re doing. The next thing you know, you’ll be living in a house, saying, “We paid WHAT for this?!”
My daughter’s teacher called me about two hours after I had dropped her off at preschool. “She’s got lice,” she said, sounding almost bored. “Come get her.”
She had just handed me a sentence to hundreds of loads of laundry; hours of fine-tooth combing; and weeks of social stigma.
I raced over to the school, wondering if my daughter was the only one afflicted with the insects, but found that her whole class had been sent home.
At least we wouldn’t be pariahs in this crowd. The head of the school explained which products we should buy, and just how much laundry we should do (tons: stuffed animals, bedding, clothes, carpets, furniture coverings…).
We proceeded to the drugstore, and eagerly purchased an array of toxins. I wasn’t the only one — I ran into another mom in the CVS parking lot. I bought the last case of Nix lice shampoo.
It didn’t occur to me to ask for something gentle or organic. I just wanted to get the bugs out of my daughter’s hair.
My British husband doesn’t remember this level of panic from his brushes with lice in his youth. I wonder if the mass laundry panic is unique to the US.
I did feel guilty when I received an email from another mom at the school, which suggested using a gentle, organic lice deterrent on the afflicted kids, rather than the harsh chemicals in Rid and Nix (one of them managed to take off my nail polish. That’s intense).
I had become pro-organic when I was the UK. But what can I say? I was blinded by the lice.
I belong to a neighborhood parents’ association here in Atlanta, which has an e-blast — and it lives up to its name.
I get between 20 to 50 emails a day, on an absurdly wide range of topics. Some are helpful: they offer babysitting/nanny contacts, housing listings, and contractor suggestions.
Others sell items, from outgrown kiddie clothes to furniture to dirt — yes, dirt — extra top soil that the emailer said would work great in a garden.
Lots include rants. People complain about vandalism (irritating, yes, but nothing compared to London); drivers who speed (the emailers love to name and shame — and report offenders to the police); package thefts; salaries of police officers (according to one email, pay was cut recently, much to the author’s dismay); noise levels; and all sorts of others.
They fascinate me. I’ve never been a part of a community before that likes to share its personal issues with hundreds of neighbors and strangers.
A man looking to sell an extra single bed mentioned in the email that he had bought it for his mother-in-law’s visit — then went on to make a jab about her.
A mother wanted to share that her young child cried a lot during “Marley & Me.” She didn’t want other children to be similarly traumatized.
A noble concern. But I marvel at how much time these parents, who must be very busy, take to give hints to people they’ve never met.
The unsolicited advice isn’t always helpful — but it’s sometimes amusing — so it’s always worth a read. Plus, it makes me feel popular to have up to 50 emails a day.
I grew up in New York City, on the fourth floor of a 16 story building. In my 18 years of living there, the elevator broke down once. Possibly twice.
In London, the lifts I used regularly (at work, at home…) broke down almost daily.
We lived in a building off High Street Kensington — not the most expensive building in the neighborhood, but also not the cheapest — where one lift looked like a bomb site. The two needed to be replaced, but while one was out of commission, the other broke down repeatedly.
The replacement process for one lift was supposed to be finished by Christmas (it started in June). When I visited in March, it still looked as though the work had barely begun.
That meant either walking up five flights of stairs for us, with a double stroller, or riding alongside sacks of rubbish in the freight elevator.
But most residential buildings in London are too short to need lifts. And I suppose a country as old as Great Britain doesn’t need to excel in lift technology.
British Singers Breaking the Mold
Published April 16, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: Lily Allen, Susan Boyle
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The Legal US Drug Trade
Published April 15, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: dermatologist, erectile dysfunction, Pharmacist
I went to the dermatologist yesterday, and ended up taking on the US drug companies.
My initial mission was sort out an itchy scalp and spots on my cheeks.
Both problems seemed small in the grand scheme of things, so I had postponed the visit for months. When I met with the “Physician Assistant” at the Atlanta based Dermatologists Consultants, she told me I needed antibiotics to combat my red cheeks. She listed an array of side effects I would expect.
“Really?” I asked. I didn’t think my spots were THAT bad…. I convinced her I only needed a skin cream. She wrote me a prescription for a product that I later discovered cost $115!
I asked the pharmacist if there was a generic alternative. There was. In the UK, you get the generic alternative as a matter of course.
I mentioned that to the pharmacist. “Not here,” he said. “The doctors are all corrupt.” He explained that drug company representatives visit doctors’ offices, provide lunch for the staff, then explain why the doctors should prescribe their drugs.
Of course, prices aren’t capped, so they’re super-expensive.
I’d like to think that not all doctors here are corrupt. And yet, whenever I see a TV ad for a drug (and there are LOADS) I marvel at the money these companies have.
Drug companies can’t advertise in the UK. In some ways, Brits are missing out on some great entertainment.
I especially love the ads for erectile dysfunction drugs. There’s usually a couple, sitting on a beach, or lounging on a coach, with a Barry White-type announcer’s voice describing how important these drugs are to a healthy sex life. The best part is when the announcer lowers his voice to confide the scary side effects the drugs carry (“Go to the doctor if you have an erection lasting longer than four hours”).
Together with the pharmacist, I got the doctor to switch my itchy scalp/cheek spot prescriptions over to generic versions. So maybe we can triumph over the massive drug conglomerates, if only in tiny victories.
And I suppose it serves me right for visiting a dermatologist with an “Aesthetics Department.”
Family or Country
Published April 13, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: Deportation, Japan, Philippines
Our son’s first birthday is coming up, so we’re planning a party. We’ve thrown together several of these by this stage, so hosting won’t be the challenge — finding the guests will.
We have several acquaintances in Atlanta, but few friends. Throw in the fact that several guests usually bail on the day, because of illness, nap overruns, etc, and we might be faced with a small crowd.
When our son is old enough to understand these things, he might ask why there aren’t many other babies clustered around him when he blows out his candles (or attempts to, anyway). Especially if he sees photos of his sister’s first birthday bash.
In London, we were close friends with a couple who owned several pubs. My friend convinced her husband to use an upstairs room at one of them to host a rocking first birthday party for their son and our daughter.
My American friends were appalled when they heard that we were having her party in “a bar.” Of course, there isn’t an exact translation of the British pub concept into American culture.
In London, families take their kids to lunch at their local pubs on weekends. They might even bring their dog. Pubs are more like casual restaurants than bars.
Still, even other Londoners were surprised by the feat. We crammed 20 kids, 30 adults, three inflatable structures, 200 plastic balls, a balloon machine and a very cooperative kids’ entertainer into a 40 person capacity room.
It probably wouldn’t have occurred to us to turn that room (usually rented out for 30th birthday parties, wedding receptions, and the like) into a party room for the under one-set if we had had space to host a party at home.
Neither we, nor the co-host, had a yard, or a room big enough to fit all of the people we wanted to invite.
The irony is, now that we have the space (the yard, the big rooms, the works) we don’t know enough people to fill it (cue violins…).
Luckily, one-year-olds are oblivious to guest lists.
An Eggstravaganza
Published April 11, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentTags: Callanwolde Fine Arts Center, Easter eggs
It was crowded, cold, and bordered on violent. The community Easter egg hunt we went to this morning was mobbed with little girls in pastel colored dresses, boys with well combed hair, and parents with every type of recording equipment you can imagine.
Of course, all the children carried elaborate Easter baskets, which were embroidered or painted with their names.
Our children had no baskets, because it didn’t occur to us to buy them. I had never been to an egg hunt on this scale before. In the UK, egg hunts seem to be held in parent’s back gardens. Ten or so eggs would be be “hidden” behind bushes, blades of grass, etc. So a basket really wasn’t necessary.
In the end, it worked out for the best that we didn’t have a basket today. The multitudes of plastic eggs scattered on the lawn of the Callanwolde Fine Arts Center were gone in minutes.
When they blew the whistle for the hunt to begin, the parents surged forward, kids in tow.
With their guardians’ help, each kid (and there were hundreds) packed away at least 20 eggs, thanks to the aggressive adult help, and their massive baskets.
Our daughter pocketed five. When we escaped the scrum of egg hunters, we realized that the plastic eggs contained shrink wrapped sugar disguised as candy — so it’s no bad thing that we forgot the basket.
Reverse Culture Shock 