Hoo-boy.
I could only get a week’s worth of morphine because new insurance company.
So I have to go back to the clinic next week and get a new prescription for the rest, because the government watchdogs are worried about lawsuits/addictions/etc.
Sigh.
The dentist had a cancellation, and Frank was able to get his teeth cleaned. Maybe another awful-toothed brother can go soon.
Next, I’ll take Pat to work. James and Vlad want to go to Walmart, too.