Home from the Big City
There are always more stops and more steps than we plan on when we go to Mankato. Cat food and cat litter is at a price that can’t be beat at Sam’s Club. That can also be said for coffee grounds.
Our local Lewis Drug does not work with Medicare prescriptions. I was trying it at Mountain Lake Drugs. The provider that they are hooked to, does not allow for a catheter that works as well for me as it could. Today, I wanted to check with the well advertised Walmart: satisfaction guaranteed and will ship prescriptions and works with Medicare. I waited in line to speak to a pharmacist. All he heard was that I was looking for information in regard to catheters and he started to shake his head without me getting out any additional information. He suggested I go to the medical supply store on the end of the newly-remodeled Madison East Mall. Off we went!
The gal that met me at the door with a smile walked me back to her desk. With a prescription from my family doctor, I can get just what I have been using for the last so many decades. Sweet.
We still had time before Dennis’ pulmonary appointment so off to Menards we went. All that was needed was two cans of poly clear spray for Dennis’ next project. Our two stores had colors, but no clear spray. Of course the paint department at Menards is in the farthest corner of the store. By that time I think the end of my cane was getting over heated. I am steady eddy with the cane more so than Dennis’ legs that can buckle in a wink of his brown eyes.
Yet, one more stop at Hy-Vee. Our store pleads that many items are not being shipped in. Ya, right. I stocked up on several kinds of noodles and called that stop complete.
Our pulmonary visit went well and on Monday we can call the Mayo Store and find out when Dennis’ new CPAP machine can be picked up. They could tell by their computer print out that he had not been using the malfunctioning one for very many hours each night. Hopefully that will be better in the near future. Dennis is fortunate that he can sleep in his recliner and catch some cat naps in the rocking chair in the patio porch. Instances of him not catching his next breath, using the CPAP should not be more than five times an hour. Dennis’ ticker tape had been showing at 4.5 when the machine was working up to par.
I really don’t know how much more can be blamed on the covid in regard to stocked shelves or people who work in the stores. Now it matters not . . . we were both tickled to get back home.