Don is a professional mechanic, and he has some projects he thought Cliff would enjoy helping on, so Cliff figures he'll stay there a couple of nights and come home Sunday afternoon. I have no desire to go sit in a house in Kansas while Cliff and his brother are playing grease-monkey, so as much as I hated to send Cliff on a four-hour drive alone, I stayed home. Those people don't even have Internet, for pete's sake! That, and Don's wife and I have very little in common.
Cliff was about sixty miles from home when I thought of his meds. I went to his bathroom and checked: sure enough, there was his weekly pill-holder. He'd forgotten all about his pills.
Now, one of my readers has cautioned me that a person should not suddenly stop taking Lipitor; her husband did that and passed away very shortly afterward.
Cliff would only be missing two nights pills, but I don't like risk-taking when it comes to my
I called the local Walmart and told them my story; the lady there assured me Cliff could pick up enough of his prescription meds at any Walmart to get him through the weekend.
Sure enough, the druggist in Independence, Kansas, hunted my husband up on the computer and got everything taken care of in short order. I called Cliff and told him to stop by and pick up his two-day supply of pills. He sounded relieved.
All's well that ends well.