A Labor of Love
On this most chilly of days, it was indeed a labor of love that needed to intercede.
Dennis came home yesterday with one of his refills that Lewis Drug had filled for him. I expected him to put a pill bottle on the counter when he came home. A flash of copper colored tin foil caught my eye. A total of 60 pills were on sheets of this copper colored tin foil. Each pill was to be pushed out of its surround when needed twice a day.
Dennis commented at supper that he had not gotten a pill pushed out. I told him I would get one for him. I couldn’t get the pill to push out through to the foil background. I got out a small scissor and cut around the pill.
Last night while watching television and sitting at the dining room table, the labor of love ensued. It took me quite some time to tackle the project of getting 60 pills cut loose to put in a pill bottle for Dennis.
I thought to myself, how dumb was this latest move from a drug company. If there had been another 80 plus person living on their own, realizing a scissor was needed to access a pill, those pills could easily be shaved down to a less than metered amount of the drug that was needed. It took me very carefully getting the pills to pop out of the protective covering. Mission completed. The gal at Lewis Drug told Dennis that this way of packaging prescription is on the horizon.
Today is cold. Today I spent some good time in the studio. It felt like my home sweet home.
This evening, we are having Johnsonville Beef brats and pork and beans for supper, giving the kitchen a feel of summertime . . . maybe.