Everything went smoothly in the hospital--the shots at 4 a.m., the blood pressure readings at regular intervals, even the discharge. But once Fiorella was on the her own, the situation went downhill. Walgreen's wouldn't have enough oxycontin to fill Fio's prescription till Monday, Fiorella frazzled out trying to work set up a schedule for her pills, the home health nurse ran late--you name it.
Husband has now rushed off to the pharmacy while Fio awaits the coming of the physical therapist. Pray he doesn't arrive too early. Fio would hate to have to crawl to the door.