And pharmacies are different in some countries. I know the misery of trying to guess the medication by the packaging, wandering around and trying to find what I needed. I finally learned that country kept a lot of OTC things off the shelves. Once I managed to communicate with the pharmacist (by typing the problem in English on my phone, showing her my screen and praying the words were similar enough) I was handed a package. I didn’t speak the language, felt awful and it was a mess! This was in Argentina. They handed me a locked bag, like a bank bag, to take to the register. It wasn’t a painkiller or anything that could be wanted for abuse, so I’m still mystified.