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I never thought I'd end up living in a country where wearing a coat isn't a fashion statement but a means of survival. Moving from the South of England to the North of Sweden wasn't exactly part of my life plan. But then I started liking it here.....

Sick of English

Varecilla-Zoster. Have you ever heard of it?

Well in plain English it’s called Chickenpox, and my two kids have just had it. Tom looked like a bottle of tomato ketchup had just exploded all over him and his little sister kept running after him with a pen trying to join up all the dots.

Incidently, have you ever wondered how Chickenpox got its name?

Thankfully it has nothing to do with the H5N1 bird flu virus, but it also has nothing to do with chickens either. It is believed the name derived from the rather odd observation that the red spots look like chickpeas on the skin.

This was not something that immediately sprang to my mind when I looked at my sick spotty kids.

In fact their spots looked far more like small water-filled boils. Which is why the Swedish term for Chicken Pox – Vattkoppor (watery boils) - is considerably more descriptively accurate.

Indeed Swedes don’t muck about when it comes to describing medical conditions. They tell it like it is, rather than us English, who prefer to give things rather more complicated and convoluted titles.

Take urinvägsinfektion (urinal ‘way’ infection) for example. We call that Cystitus, which is more reminiscent of a Roman Emperor than an excruciatingly painful bladder complaint.

What about the remarkably straight forward Swedish lunginflammation (lung inflammation), known in English as the impossible-to-spell pneumonia.

Can anyone guess what hjärnblödning (brain bleeding) describes? Why yes, it’s a stroke – an English word that makes this sometimes fatal medical condition sound almost rather pleasant.

It all goes to prove you feel much better if you’re sick in Swedish. At least you know what’s wrong with you.

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benjy
14 maj 2006, kl 16:05
darren,

cheers for the blogs, just read through them all. some of them were pretty funny. good old english cynical black humour, some of it reminds me of the kind of thing that that Edmund Blackadder might say.

i feel a few words of consolation are in order though. i'm an englishman myself, however living about as far away from you as possible; in the very south of sweden at the moment. the consolation is this though that all the english/irish etc. pubs in stockholm are cram-packed with guys who have been through all the exact same things. Married a swedish woman and then ended up in a strange new world by some bizarre twist of fate.

Just stick it out and try to organise a steady supply-line of life's essentials; Marmite, scotch eggs, humous, proper beer and all the rest of it so that your kids dont grow up on välling! on that note i've never met a swede that likes marmite...strange i was practically raised on it!

/take care, ace blog
14 maj 2006, kl 16:26
Thanks benjy!

Love marmite, scotch eggs (the food of champions) and of course proper beer, but humous? Doesn't that come from the Middle East (and I don't mean Birmingham)?

Too late with the välling - they're both addicted!

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