I am a happy puppy now, because my blood pressure medicine prescription has been refilled! Gee, it only took me four phone calls today–yeah, just four–and a stern tone of voice, and voila: I can pick ’em up tomorrow at the Walmart pharmacy. You’d better believe I checked.
Why it should be so hard to do this, I dunno. It’s not like I can slyly sell my blood pressure pills and diuretic pills somewhere on the street. This stuff has no recreational value at all. You’d get just as high on sawdust tablets.
Meanwhile, thanks to all of you who sent up a prayer for me. For the next three months, my life will be free of this source of irritation.