A personal Plan B
After all this time, you would think that I’d have a Plan B. After all, I drop drops, twice a day, every day. And when I ran out, before the weekend, I didn’t panic. I mean, we have pharmacies. Just down the way. Now, no emergency here. I got more drops, today. Not the quantity I had hoped, because I have been upgraded to a “senior plan”, which prohibits stockpiling. But I have drops, sufficient for the next couple of months. It’s just that I have to accept one simple fact. I need my meds.
I don’t know what would happen if I suddenly went off my silly eye drops. Would there be an onset of blindness? I don’t want to test the idea, not without a support team. Oh, did I mention that my doctor died, and that the replacement hasn’t been assigned yet? Another small bump on my road. The only time (I swear, it only happened once, I’m diligent) that I missed my meds, the consulting surgeon had a conniption fit. Not pretty, from a trained professional.
And so we’re sliding into a new week, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary here. Just me and my drops, twice a day. Perhaps I should ask Google; medical advice from the web can’t be dismissed. Or distrusted. What happens if the symptom that I treat for a chronic condition goes out of control? Waiting. Waiting. The reality is that my query was lacking in details, and I have to assume the worst. So, my new plan B. Try to get the next care package into my medicine cabinet before the current supply is exhausted.
