I know that our mornings disappear, with hubby doing his diabetic readings, insulin shot, blood pressure check, to determine what medication he takes. Actually I believe it is 22 pills a day, plus down to 2 shots of insulin a day. Taking care of the areas he has pain etc., of course coffee, and breakfast.
We endeavor to get out by 10 a.m., and depending on what day it is, it can vary between mid-day, and 2 p.m. when we get home. I deal with correspondence, emails, phone calls, bills etc. Today it was the pharmacy. I went to do his 7 day planner yesterday, and got the new bottle of pills, only to find on the bottle it said ‘4’, instead of 60. 2 a day for a month. So I couldn’t complete them.
I phoned the pharmacy, and they said he had 60, and I insisted 4. Because there is always the correct amount, and I had looked on the paper that came with it, I put it aside with 5 others I got at the same time, So after lunch I went up there, and showed them the bottle. They were dumfounded, like I was, and said that 60 would be ready later today. Did I want to take the other scripts. I asked if they could do it immediately, because I had a busy day, no pharmacist there at that time to do it.
This is how my day has gone. I phoned the lab that keeps calling to say that they want to give hubby his Covid results. After waiting for ages, I was told that they had put me through to the wrong extension, and she couldn’t get me to the correct one. I was doing them a favor, as we knew the results, so ended up giving up.
I did get hubby’s prescriptions in the end. By then it was time to cook dinner. I finally sat down to eat, and watch the England – Wales friendly football match with 1 and a half minutes of added time left. Bummer.
We were going to the Eagles tonight, to celebrate hubby’s birthday, technically starts at 7 p.m. eastern time here, but hubby’s back hurts from his fall on Wednesday, and I didn’t feel like jumping up straight after eating to get ready. So here I am writing this long post explaining why I feel as if today was, just one of those days. I don’t know how I coped when I was still working.