Visiting with the Crow and Big Al yesterday, I once again found myself swirling in a pool of confusion. A humorous pool of confusion, which kind of makes it bearable.
Let’s start with Big Al’s prescription filling service. I find it easiest if I drop my father’s empty prescription bottles off at the pharmacy and then go pick them up next time I’m by there, usually the next day, or if urgent, I’ll go back in an hour and get them.
My father would rather call them in himself, which is fine, but he assumes that when he calls them in I am alerted somehow to the time they will be ready, which he does not indicate to the Pharmacist, by the way, and that I will automatically pick them up when he needs them, which he also does not indicate until I’m getting ready to leave for home.