Sunday--and Out of the House at 0730!
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It was going to be a nice lazy morning, until I was taking daily meds. Just last week I renewed three of them and today I was ready to start a new bottle of one of them.
Except they were the wrong pills. Instead of being elongated pale yellow ovals they were round and light blue. I checked and I had a full bottle of round and light blue. Then I looked at the bottle of white elongated ovals, and they were a little bit shorter than usual, but still looked okay.
Obviously the person preparing the prescriptions lost track of what (s)he was doing and put blue pills where the yellow were supposed to be.
So, I put on some clothes and headed to the drugstore. Needless to say, they were not busy, and I told the pharmacist my sad tale. He agreed that I'd gotten the wrong pills and apologized. I said I figured someone had interrupted the person filling the prescription, causing the mixup. He made the (appropriate) comment that staff should be more careful, and that the person who goofed would hear about it. He then counted out and gave me the correct pills. And then, much to my surprise, he refunded the cost "for my inconvenience." Hey--$20+ is not to be sneezed at.
(I also asked him about the slightly different pills; he checked them and said they were what they were supposed to be and yes, it was a different manufacturer.)
That's not too bad a start for the day!
Other than that, it was an UD. The Colts lost to New England, and when I got back from a store errand in the afternoon the Giants were losing to Dallas. Meaning: at that point it looked like a real downer of a day for the Manning brothers. However, New York was ahead of Dallas when I came back to the computer.
I'd been here only a few minutes when I heard plaintive mews from the closet. Fabian had slipped into the closet from my room and spent the day sleeping on shoes and sweatshirts. I missed him going in, so I automatically closed the door. I had wondered idly why he wasn't yelling for food, but didn't follow through on that. He'll probably sleep with (on) me tonight to help counteract the trauma of being trapped. When I let him out I took a really deep breath and didn't smell anything that didn't belong in the closet. (He's a good cat.)
No gardening/yard work today, but tomorrow will be a "home" day so some of that will (may) probably (possibly) get done.
Except they were the wrong pills. Instead of being elongated pale yellow ovals they were round and light blue. I checked and I had a full bottle of round and light blue. Then I looked at the bottle of white elongated ovals, and they were a little bit shorter than usual, but still looked okay.
Obviously the person preparing the prescriptions lost track of what (s)he was doing and put blue pills where the yellow were supposed to be.
So, I put on some clothes and headed to the drugstore. Needless to say, they were not busy, and I told the pharmacist my sad tale. He agreed that I'd gotten the wrong pills and apologized. I said I figured someone had interrupted the person filling the prescription, causing the mixup. He made the (appropriate) comment that staff should be more careful, and that the person who goofed would hear about it. He then counted out and gave me the correct pills. And then, much to my surprise, he refunded the cost "for my inconvenience." Hey--$20+ is not to be sneezed at.
(I also asked him about the slightly different pills; he checked them and said they were what they were supposed to be and yes, it was a different manufacturer.)
That's not too bad a start for the day!
Other than that, it was an UD. The Colts lost to New England, and when I got back from a store errand in the afternoon the Giants were losing to Dallas. Meaning: at that point it looked like a real downer of a day for the Manning brothers. However, New York was ahead of Dallas when I came back to the computer.
I'd been here only a few minutes when I heard plaintive mews from the closet. Fabian had slipped into the closet from my room and spent the day sleeping on shoes and sweatshirts. I missed him going in, so I automatically closed the door. I had wondered idly why he wasn't yelling for food, but didn't follow through on that. He'll probably sleep with (on) me tonight to help counteract the trauma of being trapped. When I let him out I took a really deep breath and didn't smell anything that didn't belong in the closet. (He's a good cat.)
No gardening/yard work today, but tomorrow will be a "home" day so some of that will (may) probably (possibly) get done.
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