All prepared, but not.
If only the Girl Scout could get the Boy Scout prepared…
Banana-man has a cold, a nasty, throat splitting, painful, keep-him-up-all-night one. So off to WalMart we went.
“I need some penicillin.” Banana-man croaked painfully, “It’s the only thing that will work.”
“That’s really old-school, they don’t prescribe that anymore because the bugs are mostly resistant now-a-days.” I reply, again. He’s been fixated on this since breakfast. It’s been his go to statement when the conversation lapses.
We get to the Pharmacy, we get to speak with a bonafide, degreed, graduated Pharmacist. This is critical as Banana-man in his advanced age also comes with advanced quantities of drugs and interactions are dangerous.
I spend a few minutes prepping the Pharmacist, “He has blood thinners, diabetes meds, …” after a long list I take a breath and continue, “… allergies to basic pill compounds, specifically…” Eventually, I run out of warnings.
The Pharmacist asks, “Do you have a list of the actual names of the drugs? That’d be helpful.”
“Dad?” I translate at the required higher volume, “Do you know the names of the pills you take?”
“No. I just need some penicillin.”
We arrive home with a meager selection of the most innocuous drugs Walmart carries. Personally, I’m happy that there was something that the Pharmacist wasn’t afraid of recommending. I’m suspicious it’s just a sugar-free sugar pill but I don’t say anything to Banana-man.
30 minutes later, “I’m feeling better. My throat’s not so sore.”
Big-Sis, a.k.a. the Girl Scout calls and I fill her in on the details. She listens patiently as I ramble, when I’m done she asks, “Didn’t he just hand over the list?”
“Huh? What list? He didn’t say anything.”
Oh, that Banana-man! Big-Sis has stuffed his pockets, wallet and short of tattooing it on his arm, has otherwise prepared him for producing a list of all his drugs, on the spot, on demand.
All I got was… “penicillin, I just want penicillin…” I wonder sometimes how he made it through life.