It’s been a lovely week in the pharmacy so far. More people come in every day looking for face masks and hand sanitizer. The local news, like a lot of the national media, is terrible about whipping people into a frenzy about the Corona virus. The first couple of cases cropped up in my state over the weekend, shutting down a couple of schools. Our pharmacy hasn’t had face masks in a month, and ran out of Purell and Lysol within the last couple of days. The news shows 10 minutes of stock footage of people dressed in hazmat suits and masks and warns us that this is a global pandemic and everyone is dying. Then they expect people to heed their 15 seconds of advice to “just wash your hands, you’ll be fine.”
When I went to see him on Sunday, he told me he wasn’t going to call every night anymore. Last night was the first night without a call, and I didn’t handle it very well. However, I did manage to make some headway in the big closet. I’m supposed to find his duffle bag in there, somewhere. Instead, I’m only finding the last five years of random boxes that have been thrown in there whenever the house needed to look presentable. Some of the things I’ve found so far are:
- 2 fur stoles
- 1 fur cape
- 2 corsets at least 4″ too large for my waist
- a box of my grandfather’s WW2 medals
- a Canadian army uniform from either WW2 or Korea
- one pair of acrylic platform stripper heels
- a box of NES games, and 3 controllers
But no duffle bag.
I actually predicted this would happen, and ordered one for him the other night. He told me they seem to be shipping people out of his area, and there’s less people than there was when he first got there. “We think they’re taking them at night,” he said.
Yeah, that doesn’t sound like the beginning of a horror movie at all.
He told me the turnaround time is supposedly about four weeks. Even though he hasn’t even hit two weeks, I was afraid I wouldn’t find his bag in time. Additionally, he couldn’t tell me if it was supposed to be just a carry on bag, or if he’s allowed any actual luggage. I also don’t particularly like the thought of packing his duffle and then it turns out too big to take on the plane. So, new bag will be delivered today, and I can pack him some clothes. Once I’ve packed him some stuff, I can sort through his pile of clothes and get rid of half of it.
The fun never ends.
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