Like many old folk, I notice that my memory isn't as quick or as sharp as it once was. I can remember the days when I could work on a computer program 500 pages long and remember the exact page and "paragraph" a section of code could be found. Now days, it takes me longer to remember things, as well as having only a vague idea where that memory comes from.
Today, I got dressed in one of the 2 dresses I received from Universal Standard this weekend while RQS packed to go home. Having dropped RQS off at Croton-Harmon around 1:45, I proceeded to take a short drive and then have lunch. Just as I was ready to take a long bio-break (my GI Tract was acting up again), RQS called me - she couldn't find the medicine she was supposed to being home. AARGH! I looked around the apartment and found nothing. Although I'd look into the back of my car when I went out to the movies, I told her what I didn't find. (Last week she left the medicine in the ice box. Now, she left it where it can't be found.)
Luckily, she is going to the doctor's office tomorrow, and hopefully, she can get an early refill of the prescription. If not, we'll deal with things then. Getting old is a bitch, but it's better than the alternative.
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Postscript:
RQS Called both her pharmacy and her insurance company. All she needs is a new prescription from the doctor she will see in the morning. This will allow her to get her drugs without having to pay an exorbitant fee for them.
