Lynne is now officially my carer, thanks to a very kindly surgery nurse who sorted it for us. However, my carer gave me a blasting this morning for telling her my tablets "had run out",but in the wrong way. It is a very fine line between wife and carer apparently, but I expect I'll soon get the hang of it ?
Oops, I've done it again at lunchtime but with a lighter response, although still involving our local chemist which is as useful as a chocolate tea pot. The next chemist is miles away. Convenience and possible death versus competence ? To be fair the good old days of physically collecting your prescription from the doctor's surgery and personally delivering it to the chemist have long gone, replaced by a much more "efficient"and"accurate" system of pinging them around the airwaves where they invariably get lost. Progress?
I am not on top form today, more tired than anything else I guess. The forecast was wrong, by the way.