We had finished eating breakfast, Mrs. Florene, George and I. Suddenly Mrs. Florene started to feel dizzy and flushed.
“I think I forgot to take my blood pressure medication last night. I am almost out,” she said.
“Go ahead and take another, mom,” George chimed in.
I watched as Mrs. Florene slowly made her way to her bedroom. This really alarmed me and it did George too. She walked back in in the kitchen and took the pill with a glass of water.
“You should really trade with dad,” I told her. “You could have called him even on a Sunday to see what to do. You couldn’t do that with Wal-Mart.”
“You can really call your dad on the weekends?” Mrs. Florene asked surprised.
“Of course,” I replied. “The number is listed. Dad will even fill prescriptions on Sunday in an emergency.”
I had convinced Mrs. Florene to change over to dad’s pharmacy. I really didn’t do this on purpose, but I wanted her to be able to call her pharmacist the next time this happened. She is 74 and not getting younger, and takes lots of medications. Dad would give her the personal care she needed and I also hoped dad would see that Mrs. Florene and George are good people. He gives me a hard time about going over there.