Coincidence?

Yesterday was a pretty weird day just in general.

Holiday week means a quiet day for the most part- work was work, stepdad was getting a new dialysis port installed, so I was keeping an ear out for anything the folks needed. When word came in that some prescriptions needed pick up, we headed that way.

Cue a long wait time just to drop off the script, plus the extremely unwelcome news that everything on the list was not available at the pharmacy and the morbid/pitying look of curiosity that I hate to see at any point in time in regards to any situation and my teeth are starting to grind. Add in some more annoyance when picking up dinner (you can’t order that, it’s not on the menu, we don’t know what you’re talking about, you know, as I’m pointing at the item on the menu) and back to the pharmacy I go, hi ho hi ho.

Pharm tech of the curious look hassles me because I transposed my folks street number on the address. My strained patience snaps. I’m not picking this up as a lark, I’m trying like hell to hurry because it’s a pain med that is very much needed. I ask to make sure we have ALL the scripts, and I am assured we do, undoubtedly because this guy wants to see the back of me quickly and get on with his day.

Errands run, meds delivered, we head home, and find out that the pharmacy called, there were two more scripts to be picked up.

Argh. Stupid guy. Do you need them tonight? No? OK, we’ll figure it out tomorrow.

Last night, there was a complication with the new port that was a lot scary, but hey, all is okay now, but can we pick up the scripts?

Of course we can. And when we drop them by, stepdad says it’s a real good thing he didn’t have them last night.

It was for sleeping pills. Meaning if he’d had it and had taken it, that complication could have been way more serious.

So you look at that chain of events, of things that don’t normally happen, and you start to wonder.