A visit to the back of Sun City’s local Walgreens dramatically illustrates what you write about: almost every afternoon there are up to a dozen cars queuing at the drive up window waiting to pickup a prescription. This can’t be faster than walking in and the 100 foot round trip from the car to the instore pick up counter would like be good exercise for most of these drivers.
Same story 2 years ago after my "microarterial event" at age 84. Six new precriptions, half of them to treat side effects expected from the other half. I refused them all and a very irate cardiologist assured me I'd have "another heart attack." A milder-mannered doc listened to my thoughts, excused me from taking all six, and retired from practice.
A visit to the back of Sun City’s local Walgreens dramatically illustrates what you write about: almost every afternoon there are up to a dozen cars queuing at the drive up window waiting to pickup a prescription. This can’t be faster than walking in and the 100 foot round trip from the car to the instore pick up counter would like be good exercise for most of these drivers.
I hope your "room mate" is doing well. Send her my love and best wishes
Same story 2 years ago after my "microarterial event" at age 84. Six new precriptions, half of them to treat side effects expected from the other half. I refused them all and a very irate cardiologist assured me I'd have "another heart attack." A milder-mannered doc listened to my thoughts, excused me from taking all six, and retired from practice.