May 23rd, 2012


We went to collect a prescription for Eric. We were advised it was for a specialised end-of-life drug we'd probably only find at the big pharmacy in the Integrated Care Centre by the Bus Station. There's no parking or waiting outside. Ailz drove round the block three times while I got it filled.

I spent the afternoon in the garden at Dot and Eric's. I looked at the greenery, I slept, I flipped through a Reader's Digest book which left me feeling queasy.  The Readers Digest is to literature what MacDonalds is to nutrition.