Just Not My Theory

My sarcasm is at a high today. Keep that in mind as you read :)
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Noch krank. Yeah, it's quite annoying, but today, my host mom finally started to give me medicine. Actually, she asked me to request exactly what I needed. I told her I just wanted something for a cough/cold..you know, similar to Advil or something. But no, she needed the precise name. So I called up someone from church (the German who was laughing about my trash issues), and asked him to give me a name of a medicine that was effective. He told me: "DMX. It stands for...(something really long that I can't remember)." So I go back downstairs after the call, and tell my host mom that I needed to buy "DMX." She types it into IXQuick (search engine--she refuses to use Google because she hates the ads -.-), and the conversation goes somewhat like this:

"DMX. Rapper. You need a rapper? You need music to keep you healthy?"
"No...well, kind of. But that's another story. Come on, that's not funny :)"
"Ok, ok. Let me look it up on Wikipedia."

After a long time of searching..

"Oh, here it is!"

Proceeds to read...

"Aw, Michelle. Seriously? DMX is a "blocker" (suppressant drug). That's the wrong theory. We don't want to just block the cough and suppress symptoms; we want to get rid of the root cause!"

-.- Really. Seriously. Are you a doctor? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. My host mom is just so German. But I knew she was right.

"Ok, then what do you suggest I do?"

"Here, there's this medicine that Alexander (host dad) got."

Wait a second. So the host dad gets medicine, and you never told me? And after 4 days of being sick, you finally offer me it? I swear, I have no words left -.-;

So I take the required dose for the medicine, and proceed to ask my host dad whether or not it has actually helped him (since he took it for a few days already, and I really want to get better).

"What, Michelle..how do you expect me to tell you that? If I were to give you an exact answer, I would have to be sick again and not take any medicine so it would serve as the control factor in this experiment! Do you want me to be sick all over again so I can tell you?"

I'm dead. My mind is dead. Who said I wanted him to do an experiment? Control factor? Dude. All I wanted to know was if the medicine helped the slightest bit! Germans. Ok. Maybe just my host dad. But still. Actually, my host family is a whole ton a lot like my real family, haha.

I'm going to sleep now because I can no longer comprehend anything.

As my host mom says, "Gute Besserung!" Ja, hoffe ich.

Just like how I don't think Evolution is crazy enough. Topic of next post, if I  ever recover, that is.