
My brother was smart when he went to pick up the medicines from the pharmacy. He had the pharmacist call me with the news that a prescription was missing from the doctor. The pharmacist, and not my brother, got an earful from me.
My efforts started at 9 am today and went past 5 pm when I sat alone in the clinic's lobby so the doctor wouldn't slip by and forget to write the required prescriptions. Then, later, I found some other of mom's prescriptions are still not completely correct: missing, wrong amounts, wrong dosages. And I found out one med mom has been taking at bedtime ever since she was in Manor Care is to be taken with food. At bedtime?

I will be calling the doctor's office again tomorrow morning.

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