LIVING LIFE

Many of us have created treasured collections throughout our lifetimes. Art collections, clothing collections, and travel souvenir collections. As we have grown older, we have added one involuntary collection – medications. It seems like every year we add another type of medicine to the assorted containers residing on our bathroom countertops.

A few weeks ago, I visited (a euphemistic word for waited in a long line) the pharmacy for what I thought was a single prescription. When I finally reached the counter, I was told that five of my prescriptions had been refilled, but that the newest member of the collection would not be ready for thirty minutes. Luckily, my name was announced over the PA system in fifteen minutes, and I was presented with a supermarket-sized bag filled with several hundred dollars of medications.

Upon arriving home, I discovered that the one prescription I actually needed had not been placed in the bag. On my return trip the pharmacist and the clerk greeted me by name and motioned for me to come to the counter. The seven people waiting in line clearly didn’t not appreciate the fact that I not only went to the front of the line, but that I was given what appeared to be free drugs. Like getting medicine is a good thing. Rather than explain why this happened, I avoided eye contact and sprinted out of the store.

I then went to the market where I carried out a bag that was smaller than the bag containing my prescriptions.

Welcome to my world.

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