Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I trundle off to Target. I have never enjoyed shopping at Wal*Mart. When I started my current job, we would get a $100 Wal*Mart gift card at Christmas. That was the only time I went in the place. It's just never been a place I willingly shopped. Therefore, Target is the store which will get my $4 pharmacy business. If it's not going to cost me $4, I'll go back to my other pharmacy, the one that is a 7 block walk from my house.
Target puts their meds in those "patented" red bottles. They have to sit as above, on the lid, because the bottom is rounded. There's a problem for me. The standard pill bottle on the right can be left in the medicine chest with the top just resting open. I don't have young children so I can open the bottle and leave it open. I can't do that with the Target bottle. And you see that it's slightly problematic to screw the lid on correctly. Given that the main issue is the pain in my hands making opening things that require you to push down while turning, the Target bottle is much less than ideal for me. I dumped the pills from the Target bottle into the old bottle. Problem solved.
As I'm to see a rheumatologist on Thursday, the chances are very good of getting a different pill. If it has a generic and I can get it at Target for $4, I need to ask if they have a different bottle because this one is problematic. I'm not to the point where I need one of those strips with the days on them. That would be a problem, too, little boxes that need to be snapped open. At this stage of my life and dealing with this, I avoid stuff I know is going to be painful or difficult.
We'll see. Life is about to get a whole lot more interesting. "Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference."
Beverage: Africa Rooibos tea
Posted by Deb Montague at 9:40:00 AM
Labels: arthritis, medication, pain, Target
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