05-20-2022, 10:00 PM
Ya know, I'd like one day - just one fucking day - when my mom tribulations don't come crashing into my life at some random moment (usually right when I'm relaxing).
Right after I finished my screener, I get a text from the manager at her care home that she's going to run out of her rx meds. Her doc upped her dosage, so what she has on hand will run out on Sunday. I'm booked tightly - extremely tightly - until Tuesday afternoon when I planned to visit. There was a moment of scramble as I tried to poke a hole in my calendar to get to svale, but then the manager said she sorted a solution where she could borrow some from one of the other patients, or I could call the pharmacy and authorize her to pick up my mom's meds. She's great - justifies the exorbitant cost of housing her there. She really seems to care. I'm grateful.
Right after I finished my screener, I get a text from the manager at her care home that she's going to run out of her rx meds. Her doc upped her dosage, so what she has on hand will run out on Sunday. I'm booked tightly - extremely tightly - until Tuesday afternoon when I planned to visit. There was a moment of scramble as I tried to poke a hole in my calendar to get to svale, but then the manager said she sorted a solution where she could borrow some from one of the other patients, or I could call the pharmacy and authorize her to pick up my mom's meds. She's great - justifies the exorbitant cost of housing her there. She really seems to care. I'm grateful.
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